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We pulled off a number of them, but found all of them empty,
open at each end, consisting of a leaf folded around the end of branches.
They had not doubt been the homes of some kind of insects during the
summer.  While examining these cocoons, Dr. <s>Brashaw</s> Brayshaw drove up
in his buggy.  His faithful dog accompanies him <s>in</s>on all his trips,
night or day.  The doctor told us, that should he drop anything
from the carriage, or his hat blow off; he is never obliged <s>the</s> to
get out, his dog always picks it up and <s>hands</s> brings it to him.  On
our way we were obliged to pass a spot where the railroad company
<s>brings</s> unloads manure, the <s>oder</s> odor about this place is most disagreeable,
yet here we noticed several beautiful birds.  They were about
the size of, or perhaps a little larger than, our Eng. sparrow, dark above
and much lighter on the breast and had 2 white tail feathers.  They
flew low, their flight being rather undulating.  As we approached
the manure heap they flew down some distance beyond the
pile, but when we came up to them, they flew back to their
original place.  On the railroad we found several nice pieces
of wood, these we took with us.  Reaching the Gentian place
we turned in, coming to a desirable place a short distance
from the railroad we pitched our camp close to a beautiful
        