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this road.  We, however, finally stopped to await the car at a pretty spot, which
the electric cars, cross over a trestle.  Here Skunk Cabbage grew
beautifully.  We think it a spot well worth revisiting.  We
reached home about 7 P.M.

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March 29, 1902.  A trip alone.  <s>The</s> A tramp had been planned
with friend W. W. and we were to meet at Catonsville, but, no doubt
on account of the rain early in the morning and the weatherman's
prediction of rain for the day, he failed to come.  When I left
home, the clouds seemed to be breaking away, nevertheless I took
an umbrella, mackintosh and rubber shoes.  When I arrived at the
terminus the sun was shining.  I waited 15 minutes, but as
Will did not appear, I started on <s>by</s> my trip alone.  I took the
same route as on my last trip through the ravine (March 5).  As I approached
V's. their two pretty dogs came joyfully running towards me.  I patted their
heads.  This pleased them very much, and each vied with the other to show
his affection.  As I went on out the road, the [they] <s>kept</s> followed me
and I noticed that a third dog of an entirely different breed accompanied
them.  This one kept more at a distance.  On the hillside near the
pump-house I found my first Hepatica and Anemonella.  Anemonella
was scarce but Hepatica was most plentiful.  So many of these pretty

        