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of about 20 members.  By the time we reached the cars it was
a little after 7. P.M.  All had been interested and had well enjoyed their trip.

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March 23, 1901.  To Glenburnie on the 8.50 A.M. train.  The day was
most beautiful, not a cloud to darken the sun; it was delightfully
spring-like, yet as far as signs of early vegetation were concerned, one might
still think <s>l</s> we were in mid-winter.  Arrived at G. we proceeded
towards the pond, stopping on our way at Mr. H's. On our way we passed
several recently made ponds as well as ditches now filled with water, in
which we found many of those gelatinous masses - frog's eggs.  We also
heard the frogs, singing no doubt their sweetest love songs.  Mr. H. wished
to show us where we could find some very large Pitcher Plants so
accompanied us but left us after pointing out the place.  On our way we
observed that Alder was now in bloom.  From the pond we went to our
old camping place near the stream, but before reaching it stopped long enough
to eat a little lunch as we were both very hungry.  As we approached our
camp we saw near it, in the top of a tall slender tree a large nest.
Close to it we saw what appeared at first to be two small nests.
What was our surprise to find that one of these small nests was really 
a large grey squirrel sitting high up in the tree perfectly motionless.
It was so large that we thought at <s>find</s> first that it was some
        