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by way of the old Annapolis Rd.  In the marsh, at the bridge, I 
saw, not far from the <s>br</s> road a dead horse lying on its side.  The
poor animal, no doubt, had gone astray, gotten into the mud and there
perished.  After crossing the Patapsco, I crossed the field and then
followed the A & B S.L.R.R.  At Clifford's station I noticed men
were building a road, perhaps a cut-off in the railroad.  It was
nearly two o'clock when I reached home.

381.

January 10, 1903  A trip with Mr. W. to Owings Mills.  Gwynn brook,
and vicinity.  We met at the corner of Lexington and Howard Sts. at
8 o'clock in time to take the Emory Grove car.  We arrived at O.M.
shortly after 9 o'clock.  After a brief stop at the station we proceeded
along the railroad tracks to G.B. The ground was everywhere
covered with snow and the sun was shining brightly, everywhere,
wherever the eye might rest, were most beautiful winter scenes.  What
a difference since our last trip, about 4 months ago, we seemed to-day in
an entirely new country.  One of the prettiest scenes was the view before
us as we approached G.B. here, the stream Gwynn Brook runs for a short
distance directly towards the observer; a bridge, not very far off, over which
a road leads to the station, possibly helps to <s>beautify</s> increase [enhance] the beauty
of the scene. Just as we arrived at the station a passenger train approached.
        