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*We learned, too, that the owner of the property cor. of Catonsville Av. & Sulphur
Sp. Rd. was a Mr. Ring, a carpenter, an eccentric old bachelor, living there all alone.
**Little tadpoles began moving <s>ab</s> on April 5.

a most beautiful one, <s>and</s> with a very pretty brook which we determined to follow <s>it</s> up to
its source in the near future.  After an hour's flower hunting
we returned to our fire.  We weren't there very long when <s>the</s> a 
young man after apparently much trouble found his way across
the brook, and asked us, who gave us permission to build 
the fire.  He seemed to be very nervous and rather agitated.
He was soon quieted, however, and we learned that his 
name was Young, 28 years old, married, painter by trade,
and that his father owned the property.  He told us, he
was a deputy-warden, of how many people he had arrested,
and of his being able to hold hold and arrest any two, he could get
hold of - a statement, which we told him we doubted very much.  He seemed
to be a nice fellow, and was mostly angered about the fire,
for he said they never objected about people gathering wild flowers.
He told us that the birds were becoming more plentiful
since the enforcement of the bird laws.*  After about an hours'
chat we started in the direction of Orange Grove and the ravine.

The afternoon was very pleasant, for it had become somewhat 
warmer.  In the ravine we stopped at the frog pond and
each of us took several of the egg-masses.**  Reached home about

        