
          792.

the old mill <s>of</s> at the head of Marley Br.  We, therefore, walked
along the railroad tracks to the branch and turned into the
woods to the right.  Everything was very wet, so we decided to
find a camp at once.  As I was very anxious to see the mill
I thought I would try to find it,  Mr. W. however, remained in
camp.  I did not go very far, before I was soaked.  Nevertheless
I enjoyed the trip.  Several beautiful little camping places were
passed and had the day been bright, I would in doubt have
made a few finds.  I followed the stream up some distance 
but failed to find the mill, no doubt having gone up some
tributary.  When I returned to Mr. W. I was indeed very wet
but he had an excellent fire, and in a short time I felt far 
more comfortable.  At 12 o'clock I ate some of my lunch, but
Mr. W. didn't feel hungry at all. After eating my lunch we
had some target practice.  Mr. W. had brought his pistol.  A piece
of paper was tied to a tree & we stood off at a distance of
10 paces, and tried to hit it.  Our success was not brilliant.
It was after one o'clock when we started for Glenburnie. Mr.
W. thought he would cook his coffee in one of the sheds of the old
tile factory.  We thought then we might walk home.  In a short
        