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route towards Saw Mill Branch passing the old hut.
This time we were fortunate enough to find its occupant
at home -- although not at home when we arrived yet returning
while we were there, examining the place.  Miss M.
felt so much compassion for the poor man that she,
greatly against Mr. W's wishes, put a quarter into his coffee
jar.  A fire was still burning inside the hut, for during
the night it had been very cold.  Outside were the parings
of apples.  In a large basket, hanging outside, were some
chestnuts.  We had examined everything and wre about
leaving when our host was seen returning with a few
chestnuts.  He was dressed in fairly good clothes which
were nothing like as dirty as one might have expected.  He
seemed to be quite [illegible], and didn't give one the impression
that he was a rich man, requiring all the medicine that he
seems to be using.  He did not look over 40 yet he told us
he was 50.  He seemed very well pleased when told of
the money.  He asked if we were the botanists?  We
learned that his name is Hepner, that he had lived on
Weber St. back of Holy Cross Church, that he was a Catholic
        