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which was stuck a small piece of candle.  In some
respects this spot far surpasses Camp Cozy - the scences
around are most beautiful - below you is the brook
with its pretty cascades falling into a pretty pool of
water;  upward, and in front of you extends a magnificent
slope, as far as the eye can see almost indefinitely.
What a pretty view one has here of the brook as it comes
between the hills, level with the eye, then falls and passes
below you!  The camp, too, is high, on a pretty little plateau.
One serious objection, however, is the closeness of the 
railroad.  What an awful din as <s>it</s> the engine with it load of freight rushes pass!
We now continued our tramp and soon were at the
Cascades.  What a magic effect had the fallen leaves!
One seemed to be in a place newly carpeted, and 
what a pretty carpet - so clean and spotless. <s>Not</s> But the
carpet <s>it</s> will soon be damp and marred. We ate
our dinner and rested comfortably till 5 o'clock.
The witch-hazel at the Cascades is now one blaze of flowers.
Near the spring was a preety Jack in the Pulput, so delicate
not one ot the large, pretentious flowers seen in spring, that I
        