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a beautiful one, although very cold.  On the north side of hills there
was plenty of snow.  In spring gardens the water was frozen except in
the channel, the ice, however, was not sufficiently thick for skating.

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Feb. 9. 1901.  A trip to Glenburnie.  We met at Camden Station in time
to take the 8.50 A.M. train.  During the night it began to rain,
which fell in the form of hail, the pavements and streets were
therefore coated with a rather rough white coating of ice.  Being
rough, one could walk over it quite rapidly without much fear
of falling.  On the train, Mr. W. got in conversation with a colored
man, who was on his way to Annapolis, and was one of the hands
of Mr. Bonaparte.  Before working for Mr. B., he had been in the navy
and had thus gotten <s>arou</s> about in the world considerably.  He
could speak Spanish, French, Danish and the Norwegian tongue besides
English.  In the course of conversation, we were  quite amused, when he
stated the Mr. B. was a Catholic, but his wife was a Christian.
We reached G. about 9.15 A.M.  It had now ceased raining.  After
a little chat with the station agent, whom we later learned was
Mr. Wingert, we started out the road along <s>the tracks</s> towards Marley.  Not far
from G. near the swampy place where we found the Pogonia, we were
attracted by a number of cocoon-like bodies on a sassafras tree.
        