
          802.

inside to see them better.  Near the fence, close to the road was
another plant but much smaller.  Continuing our tramp we came
to Mrs. Jone's store, a little delapidated place.  Mrs. Jones is quite
an old woman, perhaps 80 yrs old and her store look as old as she.
In her little garden in front of the home was a small Burning Bush.
Near her house is the school-house, a road lead past it which
she said lead to Oella.  We now continued our trip and before long
came to a fork in the road.  We thought we ought to go to the
left,  but decided to ask at the corner house (Mrs. Kindel's). Mrs. K.
told us that we must take the road leading to the right and go by 
way of Alberton.  She said she thought the one leading to the left went to Woodstock.
As she did not seem certain we decided to take the road leading to the
right and ask at the next house, but a short distance away.  We
soon reached the house and found the young man of the place
seated on the porch cleaning his gun.  We soon learned that some
one had shot his dog in the leg during the night and he was getting
his gun ready in case the man called again.  The man came to steal
he said, and he heard him walking on the gravel in front of the home.
He came down to see who it was, and as he opened the door his
dog ran out and went for the man and caught him as he wanted
        