
          947.

interesting was to find the old, now withered and shriveled, cluster of
roots intertwined with the good sound roots.  New fleshy roots and rootstock are therefore
formed each year; those formed this year will produce the plant for next 
year, when it will produce new roots and rootstock for the following
year.  While examing the Tradescantia a pretty red bird with black 
wings was observed.  He is long and slender and has a mate of
darker color.  He has a peculiar call.  The spring looked so pretty
in the bright sunshine that I took a picture of it.  I found it
very pleasant here at the spring.  I now decided to go over to
Run camp.  <s>When</s> As I approached Owl Spring I heard the peculiar
whistle of <s>the</s> hawks, the same kind of a sound that I had
<s>noticed</s>heard them make last year.  Thinking that perhaps the nest near Run Camp was
occupied I decided to visit it.  I found the camp without difficulty
and had little trouble finding the beech and the nest.  It, however was
not occupied.  My plan now, was to go to the Cascades at Candle
Camp, get a picture of them and then go to the old frame house
near the Lilium Canadense place, by way of Fox Run.  I thought I
would then secure a picture of the house, and start for home.

On my way to the cascades, I passed a spot, where I though a good spring
might be made.  I therefore stopped, and began to dig out a nice basin. In
        