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horns were pointing a certain way, which I forgot to note carefully.
He was taking his cow to the pasture near by for exercise, besides
she would have company then with the other cows.  Cows treated
that way always give more milk.  Leaving Mr. S. we continued
our tramp along the road till we reached the first ravine.  Here we
turned in, passed Mr. E.'s, crossed the brook and took the road.

Our road follows the brook for a little distance.  Then, where a trough
had been built to carry away [off] some of the water, the frost work
was most beautiful.  Stalactites and Stalagmites were innumerable.
We soon reached the broad open plateau of H's.  The only trees
growing here are the many cedars with an occasional persimmon.  There
were still several hours before noon so the sun had not as yet
much of an opportunity for warming up the earth.  Thus, where the
cedars cast their dense shadows the frost was still perfect.
How peculiar and blight-like did these portions look!  In a little
while we reached the little persimmon tree with its beautiful
conical fruit of which we thankfully relieved the tree.  Another
little tree close by had apparently similar fruit, which, however,
was spoiled, the persimmon looked swollen, the pulp was very
soft and had an unpleasant taste.  After collecting our persimmons
        