
          1077.

Here I met Mr. B. the keeper.  Mr. B. has been sick, but is now
fairly well again.  He commented on the very cold winter, saying it
is the coldest he has ever experienced.  We then spoke about the
big fire and Mr. B asked me whether I had read about the infant
recently born which when a week old looked up into its mother's
face and spake "This year 1904 is to be the worst ever experienced."
"It seems as if this is to be fulfilled." Mr. B. continued "just look
at what has already occured".  From the pond I proceeded to
Green Sp. Av. and then to the the woods beyond Shirley Lane.  As I passed
the watchman's box at the gate I looked in and saw him soundly
sleeping.  When I reached the woods I entered and  followed the stream.
In all of my former trips this has been easily forded, in fact, even
the ladies of my botany classes, found no difficulty in crossing it;
but to-day it was a roaring torrent.  Seeing how difficult it would 
be to cross I decided to remain on it[s] right bank.  This necessitated
my  going up the hillside, however, I collected a number of the
fertile spikes of Equisetum himale[hyemale].  On my way up the hillside, I
passed an old stump.  On it were several clumps of a gelatinous
fungus, white and starchy looking.  On closer examination, I found that
        