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at Glenburnie[note at top of page: Feb. 9, 1901.] were here.  Also a brownish bird with a reddish glow
on its breast.  This little bird sang very sweetly. It was about the size of
our Eng. sparrow.  But the prettiest birds were the red ones, much larger
than the sparrow and with [illegible]. We find them here every year.  Besides
the little brown bird we heard another bird sing but not seeing
him, we only surmised that it was a red bird.  Its notes were very
much louder, very beautiful, but not as complicated.

We reached our ravine a little past one o'clock.  When close to Camp
Cozy we were very much surprised to see that a great extent of hillside
had been burnt over.  Following this, we finally saw that 
it had had its origin at our hut which had been almost completely
burnt up.  Why this should have been done is not apparent, but
that it was maliciously done seems beyond question.  We crossed
the brook at Plymouth Rock and made our camp <s>also</s> among the
rocks near the mouth of Silver Run.  It had now stopped raining
nor, with the exception of one little shower, had we any more the
rest of the day.  The spot we had picked out was certainly beautiful
and we wondered why we had not been there before.  The 
beautiful clear Silver Run furnished us with water. It ran right
along side of our camp.  We fixed up our seats among the rocks
        