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in the woods and stay lae.  One reason why we
have never staid [stayed] late in our ravine, although we
know the place so well, is a little fear of not
finding our way out when very dark - the risk,too,
of perhaps breaking an ankle crossing dangerous places,
or perhaps running a twig in the eye.  Now, darkness,
is no longer to have its fears.  Mr. W. has managed
to get a good campaign torch light.  Well - last Wed.
we hoped to enjoy our first trip through the ravine at
night.  The day was most beautiful - but alas, the
evening before I was taken quite sick ( fever & sore throat)
and instead of being able to take the trip <s>and</s> I was glad
to get home and to bed.

The greater portion of Thanksgiving Day, which was
one of the most beautiful days, (the sun shone bright
and the temperature was delightful), was spent in bed
I felt a great deal better, though, and hoped that by 
Saturday I would be well enough to take a tramp.
On Friday, I felt so well that I took my temperature
        