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him about the way to Magothy bridge.  He seemed to know so
little about the place, that I decided not to follow his advice
regarding the taking a certain path through the woods; he too, thought
he might be wrong.  So I kept on and at last came to Magothy
church and cemetery.  Here I asked again as was told that I had
passed one path to the bridge but that I should go on to the nest
house and ask there.  This I did, and I learned that I was quite
out of my way.  I was told how to go, though, to get into the path
again and I started onward.  The path led me through a very sandy
wood.  Chinquipins were growing everywhere.  In one place, too, I found
a pretty specimen of Pyrus arbutifolia and I think for the first time
I have seen the type. The plants which I have thus far taken for
P. arbutifolia I am sure <s>not</s> now are the variety melanocarpa;
the latter has <s>dark</s> black fruit the former red.

At last after nearly an hour walk I came in sight of the Magothy
and soon after I came to the bridge.  I crossed the bridge.  On
the bluff of the hill, overlooking the stream stands a small house, occupied
by a Mr. Dougherty.  I questioned him regarding the place.
I learned that there was an old mill close by; but this did not
seem to be the one I had been told about.  He told me too about
        