
          236.

* We found too a hornet's nest, apparently in good condition. This makes
the ninth one found.

The beautiful pure white of the Sycamores,
also, attracted our attention.  How beautiful they
looked with the sun shining upon them!  In the 
swampy meadow one of these beautiful trees had
been cut down.  How close-fitting and smooth was
the pure white bark which looked more like a 
smooth uniform coating of plaster of Paris than
anything vegetable.  I have often remarked upon
the pure white covering of these trees, whereas the 
Sycamores of our streets and parks are now clothed with
a dirty greenish bark.

On our way to the camp we passed a fallen tree
on it were blotches, either fungous growth or lichens,
looking very much like a drab-colored paint.

Reaching our camp we were very much surprised,
the wood-cutters had been there and had begun to
remove the uprooted tree, among the roots of which
our little squirrel no doubt has its home.  Our 
camp, however, was unmolested it, the curtain only
having been unrolled and rerolled. Mr. W. got his
        