
          [insert note]
*Thermometer was 5°F.
[end note]

so returned to Edmondson Av. and took the car for home.

665
February 11, 1905.  Took a trip to Brooklyn.  Snow everywhere.
Overhead it was beautiful, the air, too, was balmy.  My intentions
were to visit the swampy regions and look for hepatis
but found even here too little of the surface uncovered for
profitable work.  Mr. Cheney is cutting out the dead wood,
I hope the wood-choppers will not injure this region.
The birds must be very hungry.  I stopped quite awhile to
chat with one of the wood-choppers, an old negro.  Many
birds flocked about us, notwithstanding the noise of the
ax.  They were too eager <s>to</s> searching for and picking out
the <s>de</s> worms in the decaying wood to mind either us
or the noise.

666
February 14, 1905.  I believe to-day the coldest day* this
winter, at any rate it feels so to me.  To-day for the
first time this year, I put on my overcoat.  Snow everywhere
on the roads it is mostly ice.  My trip to-day was from
Mt. Holly inn to Gwynn Oak Station.

667
Gebruary 18, 1905.  A beautiful day notwithstanding the snow, which
        