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to these little bays.  It was up one of the little ravines that we
stopped to eat our dinner.  It was a picturesque place and
we thought, at the time, that we could not find a prettier <s>place</s>
one, nevertheless, after dinner, when we started again on our
trip we found in a number of places, far prettier locations for
camps.  It was our intention, now, to go around the creek
until we reached the stream that flowed into it.  After
considerable walking we came to what we thought must be the stream.

We found it a most interesting little stream and one well
worth following; we were very much surprised, however, when
we reached its source to find that we were within a 
short distance of the haunted house.  We now walked across
country, hoping to find the main stream, but soon decided
to give it up as it was growing late, and started on our
return trip.  On our way-back we made the acquaintance
of a Mr. Lilliard.  He had been out walking with his wife.  He
is quite a [an] intelligent young man.  He lives in the third house.
After getting a drink from his pump we started for the
car.  Just beyond the first bridge we met an old fellow
by the name of <s>Watkins</s> Watson living close to Swan Creek.
        