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it, and found that it lead to the railroad.  We marked our
place of exit and learned that it was near the 7th telegraph pole
from our ravine at the bend of the railroad.  On our way
homeward we <s>twice</s> at two different places heard the peculiar weird notes of an <s>l</s> owl,
repeating his low yet penetrating whoo, whoo, whoo, each time
preceeded by a peculiar sound as though he were drawing a deep 
breath.  At G. we got our kettles, then stopped at the pond
and took several of the egg masses.  I don't think we ever [saw]
so many of these <s>egg masses</s> in any of our trips.  From all
indications we shall have a good crop of frogs.  Even in the
spring near Furnace Br. was a large mass; here too, we saw several
frogs.  It was here, too, that we saw our first bat, for it was
already growing dark.  <s>On our way</s> We had not proceeded very
far from the branch when we were stopped by an old German
on his way homeward with a load of manure. "Doctor, what
do you cure" he asked in German, "What do we cure?" Mr. W.
asked," why everything; what is the trouble".  We learned that
he wanted something for constipation, so Mr. W. told him he wouldn't
give him a prescription this time, but that he should buy some prunes, cook
them and drink some of the juice before going to bed.  The old man
        