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We took the path, leading to the spring near the pump-house and
around the brook near its head; then took the path leading
along what seems to have once been a race.  The path looked so 
pretty that Mr. W. (who had brought his camara) decided to take a picture
of it.  This was soon done and then another was also taken.  This
was the last picture that we took, for on turning the screw to arrange
for taking another, we were dismayed in finding that the roll had
been exhausted.  When close to our spring, we again crossed the
brook.  The water was not gushing out like last Sat., still the
flow was pretty rapid.  While at the spring we thought that
we might go up to the open field and get a few of those old
rails from that broken down fence, and which were simply lying on
the ground and rotting.  This we did, Mr. W. taking 2 thin ones
and I one thicker one.  On our way up we saw an <s>up-turned</s> over-turned tree
which had torn up with its roots a lot of dirt.  This was
still clinging to the roots, making a most effectual barrier
against the wind, which was felt here much more than down
in the ravine.  We thought of building our camp here, but
there was so little sun, that we decided to go elsewhere.
When we returned to the spring, we <s>were so</s> noticed so strikingly the
        