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along, so Mr. W. cast it down, but decided afterwards
that it would be better to leave it in some secure place
rather than break it by carrying through the woods. So
it was snugly tied to the top of a slender tree.

How beautiful was the second hill of the highland this
morning?  The brook here is quite deep.  We stopped and
admired the beautiful picture.  How the little fish were enjoying
themselves in the quiet water!  The surface was
strewn quite copiously with leaves and when the wind
blew they sailed across the streamlet like so many little 
boats.  How often did we admire the pretty effect of
the ground now covered with its carpet of dried leaves!
Each place looked so different.  We did not stop by 
at Camp Cozy for we had been going so slowly that it was
now already 11 o'clock and we wished to take dinner at the 
Cascades.  I was fortunate enough to again find the
Walking Fern and this time made better note of the place.
When near the cascades of one brook we noticed a
most admirable place to camp.  Here we were surprised
to find nailed to a tree a smalled piece of wood on
        