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swelled a little, but in a short time disappeared.

At the spring I got a few more ferns and then we went
to Camp Run.  Here we ate our dinner.  Mr. W. made himself
a little table.  He hammered four of the barrel staves
(remains of an old nail barrel we found) into the ground
and then rested a board over the tops of them.  It proved
so handy, that no doubt, hereafter we will always have
a table at Camp Run.  When we left the camp we took
it apart.  We came to our camp we found there a turtle.
It had lost one of the plates of tortoise-shell on its back
and it seemed as if it would lose another.  It staid [stayed] in
camp with us as long as were eating, but we could not
induce it to eat.  After dinner I went up the run to collect 
ferns.  While collecting a few fronds of Osmunda
Claytoniana I saw in the stream near me, one of our
land turtles almost buried in the mud and the water
running over him.  Later on our way through the ravine
we found another, also buried in the soft mud.  What
could they be doing?  When I returned to the camp
Mr. W. showed me a moth that he had found.  It was
        