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rugged piece of ground, when Mr. W. who was leading,
called out - "Look, what a large rabbit," 'No", he said
"it is a young fox", for he had seen its large bushy tail.
By the time I had reached his side, it had disappeared.
Our path led lower & lower into the ravine now and before
long we crossed the book.  Landmarks, now familiar to us
were  <s>now</s> seen and we recognized the spot as visited on
former occasions when coming from the Rocks.  We soon
reached the ravine, crossed the brook and found ourselves
at Candle Camp.  Our trip was now through the ravine.

Before starting out we had provided ourselves with a stout
piece of iron to be used as a crow-bar to enlarge the
basin of our spring, in fact, this was a portion of the program
of our trip.  So we hurried quite rapidly, stopped only a 
moment at Camp Cozy and in a short time were at the*
spring.  Here we were soon at work, and in the coarse of
half an hour had hollowed out a nice basin in the rocky soil.
We now got rock, which we laid around, preventing the soil from
being washed in.  When finished our spring had a very pretty
appearance.  It was now nearly 7 o'clock, and we decided instead*
[*note at bottom of the page references this portion of the text. "The birth of our favorite "OWL SPRING" C A Tyrell 2/26/29]

        