
          830.

half past seven when I got home.

379.

December 23, 1902.  An afternoon trip with Mr. W. to our persimmon
place.  We met at the Catonsville terminus about 2 P.M.
It was clear and very cold and growing colder, still when we started
out the road was quite muddy for the morning was much warmer.
We went down Hilton Av.  At Orange Grove, we stopped a few
minutes at Mr. Philipps. He told us of a route across the hills,
so, instead of going along the River Rd. we took a path, just east
of B's, which led to the top.  At the top, we found a broad road;
we followed this for <s>come</s> a short time for it soon became less and less distinct
and we then were obliged to cross the fields, keeping the direction we
wished to go as best we could.  We had no trouble in finding 
our tree.  We set to work at once and shook down all the fruit
which we packed away carefully in basket and boxes.  It was nearly
sunset when our work was finished and we started homeward over
the same route.  By the time we reached Orange Grove it was dark.
Our trip from the hill-top into the valley was a most enchanting one.
The narrow path leading gradually downward, for quite a distance lead
us through an elevated region,  our view was unobstructed, down, far
down it seemed, owing to the creeping darkness rapidly covering all
        