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of beautiful tall pines (P. taeda).  We thought we might
some day make a very nice camp out of it.  We were now on the
look out for our former camp,[note at top of page: vide Dec. 8, 1900.] which we presently came up to.
It was now close to noon, so a fire was built and we fixed
up our camp for a short stop.  The day was delightfully spring-like
in fact, summer-like and Mr. W. was obliged to take off <s>some of</s> his coats & vests <s>clothes</s>, he was so warm.
The sound of the wind was most delightful sounding frequently like the approach of a train.  (We remained in our camp several 
hours and were loth to leave it.)  This fury, however, lasted but
a short time, after which the air became beautifully clear and the
sun shone bright.  (We ate)  But about 3 P.M. we started homeward, intending
to stop at the pond.  In this ravine grows Lycopodium obscurum,
but although it was abundant I found none in fruit. While on
our way home we saw in the woods north of railroad a peculiar looking sign. 
Approaching it, we found it to be a piece of muslin, on which were painted
bands of a dark color, fastened to the top of a tall post.  This post
stood in the middle of a long cleared area.  We thought at once
that this was to be a new road, so walked through it to learn
where it lead.  Stakes were driven 200 ft apart and numbered
consecutively, along the entire route.  <s>Apo</s> About 5000 ft. from the 
first post was another with a sign like the first.  Six hundred feet
        