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trees decorate the lawns.  After taking us through one of
his greenhouses we rested a short time on the portico.
Mr. C. has quite a family - 11 children.  We found him a very 
well posted man, in his particular calling.  After a pleasant
little chat, laden down with a bottle of his excellent wine
(which we bought from him) we started for home.

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July 8, 1899.  We met at Catonsville.  Each had an umbrella
for it <s>thret</s> threatened rain.  We intended going 
through the ravine towards Orange Grove, thence to Hollofield.
We had not gone very far when it began to rain, at first
lightly but soon quite a downpour.  The patter of the 
rain on our umbrellas was delightful music.  How
nice, pure and invigorating was the <s>al</s> air we breathed!
We soon arrived at the Pump House.  To-day we were 
almost inside of it before we heard the peculiar and 
to us disagreeable noise.  We learned too that it depended 
much on how fast it was pumping, whether we heard it at 
greater or lesser distances.  Passing through the woods we 
soon saw that we would become soaked if we continued.  
We, therefore, concluded since there was nothing in particular
        