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told that on the McHenry estate was an almost impassable wood
of considerable extent.  It was to this place that we to-day
intended to pay a visit.  We told the conductor where we <s>proposed</s> wished
to go and he let us out in <s>front</s>  the rear of Mr. J. McH's home "Lovely".
That is was Mr. McH's home, we however only <s>found out </s> learned later when we walked
up to the home to inquire about the woods.  He & Mrs McH. were sitting
on the veranda in front of their home.  Mr McH. on recognizing Mr. W arose and
came forward to meet us.  Mr. W. introduced me to Mr. McH and when
we reached the house Mr. McH. introduced us to Mrs McH.  After a
few minutes of the pleasantest of chatting, and after being informed
how to proceed to the woods we bade our friends good-bye and started
onward on our tramp.[note at top of page: On our way we passed the pump-house and decided to examine it.  As we opened the door we heard inside the peculiar --almost a human -- like wailing--noise made by the <s>revolu</s> turning of a large over-shot water wheel, which did the pumping.  We wondered if this was the electric-engine
Mrs. McH. had told us did the pumping.]  We found the woods without any difficulty,
but we did not find them to be the impenetrable wilderness that
we had been led to believe.  Carya alba -- the Shag-bark Hickory -- was
observed frequently.  It is a tall stately tree with bark exfoliating in
large strips.  This tree <s>is not</s> must be very <s>common</s> rare in our favorite ravine, in fact
I do not remember seeing it, and had I not, two years ago, collected some
of the fruit of this tree, on one of our trips, I would now say that this
is the closest to Balto. that it grows.  The woods are not very 
wide and are intersected by many large meadows.  In these we found
        