
          1024.

* 26 were counted in one
There were no longer any spines on the fruits.

be shipped to market.  A man with an ax was seen nearby, but he said
he had not done the cutting.  He walked with us as far as the Celastrus
place.  He thought the plant very poisonous.  There were several
large plants here and they had decorated the trees on which they had grown
most beautifully in graceful festoons.  I climbed on of the trees and secured
some of the pretty sprays.  From this place we went to the old
hut and then carefully put away our booty.  We now visited the
Opuntia place.  The fruit is about ripe it is of a purplish red color, and is not at all disagreeable to taste.  It is still attached to
the plant, but some of it comes off quite easily.  The fruit inside is 
of a pretty purple color.  In the pulp are a number of hard bony seeds*.
On our way to this place, we passed an old at one-time iron furnace.  It 
looked still in a fairly-well state of preservation.  On our return from the
Opuntia place, we crossed the inlet just above this old furnace.  We then
visited the hillside overlooking the river, and from there proceeded towards
B's, the old mill house, and then to the spring in the rear of Thompson's.
Here we made a fire, prepared coffee and ate dinner.  After dinner we
examined the house, which is now vacated.  We found one of the doors open
and so soon got inside.  From T's, we went to the Stone's and then to Strutt's.
From S's we went to the Schweinitzia place.  I went there, purposely to 
see if the plants were yet to be seen.  It took a little while to find the
        