
          767.

*Aug. 20, 1902

I saw how it came about, that on my last trip*, I had not passed Hampton.
Here is where it happened.  The road from Glen Ellen forked, one branch
led past Hampton & the other went in a direct line to the Dulaney Valley
Pike. We were now just a little beyond Mr. Treadwells.  We passed
through his place and shortly afterwards were at Glen Ellen. The colored
man that directed me on my last trip was outside at his usual
occupation - chopping wood.  We learned from him that the place
was now leased to the Egerton School for orphans.  The little children
were brought here to spend the summer.  There were altogether 36 <s>children</s>
Beyond Glen Ellen we passed several fine apple trees.  The fruit was lying
on the ground and we helped ourselves to some of <s>the fruit</s> it.  We
crossed the brook now and after passing through a large field came
to the 3-arched bridge.  We crossed the bridge and took the path
leading along the side of the loch.  When we came to the next arched
bridge we decided to enter the ravine and find a good place
to camp.  This little ravine proved to be one of the prettiest we
have entered for some time.  The ascent was quite steep.  The water
dashed along rapidly over the stoney ledges.  About 100 yds. from the 
road we found a nice camp.  Here we built a fire, cooked coffee
and ate our dinner.  The hillsides were covered with ferns.  After
        