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station, so we walked down to the old mill.  The red
Maple is now coming into bloom and here and there the
landscape is made most beautiful with its brilliant flowers.
How sweet they smell!  After looking at the mill, we
walked along the right bank of the run.  We found this
trip most enjoyable.  Off <s>into</s> in the woods stands an
immense stone wall.  This, it is said is still a portion
of the old dam.  When we reached the ruins of the old
dam we crossed the railroad tracks and entered the woods
on that side.  We soon found a spring of good water.
Near it grew Symplocarpus foetidus, also some fine specimens
of Lycopodium.  Here, too, we found our first specimens
of Epigaea repens.  After looking about on the hillside
for more specimens of this pretty plant we came back
to the tracks.  We now followed the tracks to the spot
where we were told grew the Lygodium.  We found the place
burned over and we thought at once that it would not be
found.  We looked, however, carefully.  It could not be found.
We now started for home and in a short time we were
back <s>It</s> to Patapsco station.  On our way we had spoken
        