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continuing this work of destruction.  In one of the trees
which was allowed to stand we saw a bird, about 
twice the size of the English sparrow and of a light brown color.
He seemed to be very happy and filled the woods 
with frequent repetition of his song, a sweet little chord
of seven notes.

We proceeded along our usual route, gathering a number 
of interesting mosses.  Alders were found in great profusion
many of them in full bloom.  Hundreds of pretty little 
Sarracenia seedlings were seen.

Near the outlet of the pond our tenth hornet's nest was 
noticed; it was in a very dilapidated condition.  Mr. W.
went <s>over</s>nearer to examine it better.  He even called me but
before I reached him, the two turtles he had seen on the
edge of a little pond had already slid into the water.
When I reached him, I noticed a slight movement under
the decaying leaves <s>at</s>on the bottom of the pond.  Mr. W. was
standing, where he had seen the turtles, I nearly opposite
to him, when I <s>put</s>took a stick and began disturbing the leaves
where I had seen the movements.  I soon raised a pretty
        