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so from the boat.  Two years ago the flowering of the Rose was a
marked attraction, to-day it was the Oenathera.  The beautiful patches
of yellow with their fine reflection in the water were seen almost
everywhere.  The tide again was very high so that many of the plants
came right out of the water.  We <s>rode</s> rowed through the patches of
Water-lilies and got many of the pretty flower and would[wound] back into 
shore for specimens of Iris and of Oenothera.  After an hour or more of
this spot we went to the <s>that</s> shore, the same spot we took on our
last trip, to eat our dinner.  As soon as we landed I went to the nest
noticed on that trip and found instead of 3 eggs, two little birds.  The third
egg was lying on the ground under the nest.  It was covered with ants
busy[eagerly] eating out the little unhatched bird.[note at top of page: Could this egg have been purposely thrown out by the mother bird when
the other two were hatched, or was it thrown out by accident?]  The little birds, had still their eyes closed.
They opened wide their mouths for food, but none coming, fell back into the
bottom of the nest, as if exhausted.  After dinner, we collected Magnolia glauca
still very plentiful, then again entered the boat and rowed back to R's.
Seeing that a storm was approaching, we decided to return to G. over
the same route taken in the morning, instead of going to the "Old Furnace".
From G. we walked down to H's. While here we had our first
shower, only enough to know that it rained.  On our way back
to the station, we had two more, but not enough rain fell to
        