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would be at its highest, that a feeling of discomfort and displeasure
existed rather than one of pleasure.  My trip to-day was to
Westport, then to Mt. Winans and home.   As I crossed the
head of Spring Garden which is now a gigantic dumping grounds
and saw the pieces of paper of all sizes being blown by the
wind,  strewing the <s>g</s> country road about as far as the eye
could see.  I thought it strange that such a nuisance could
be permitted.  Why are people allowed to dump such material,
why are they not compelled to burn it up in their stoves or
furnaces.  The fields as well as the woods were covered with
<s>alon</s> snow and ice, what was my surprise to notice that
all along the railroad there was no trace of either, one would
hardly think that the steam alone from the engine was capable
of bringing this about.  The pretty little path between the
railroad & the river at Westport, will now lose all its attractiveness,
another resort has been built on the river and extends
directly across the path.

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February 15, 1902.  To the haunts of the climbing fern.  It
must have been about 1 P.M. when I reached the spot.  As
soon as I approached I noticed that there had been some
        