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Nov. 24, 1900.  A trip to Loreley and Taylor's Bluffs.  We met at Camden
station and took the 8:05 A.M. train.  The morning was cloudy
and chilly the wind being from the N.E.  Arrived at L. we got our
bearings for the bluff.  Our path took us most of the time through
rather thin woods, <s>either</s> both sides of the road were lined with dogwoods
at frequent intervals.  The trees were of immense size, compared 
with the <s>general</s> average size of the tree.  On this road we met 2
men by the name of Turner, father & son.  They were each over 6 ft.
tall.  The father had an old time fox horn; they were out with their
dogs fox hunting.  They would try to capture the fox alive and would then
sell him to some hunting club.  They said they get $5 for one.  The
father, who did all the talking, described to us how the fox is held
and how to handle him to prevent <s>getting</s> being bitten.  We would very much
liked to have seem them capture one.  Mr. R. verified too, the
statement of the smartness of the fox in not robbing the hen
houses close to his den, but always going some distance away.
A number of people, we met spoke of the depredations
committed by this animal.  We reached Taylor's Bluff in 
due time, it is quite a high one overlooking <s>Bird</s> Gunpowder River.  On
the summit is an old colonial mansion belonging to the Day's.
        