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to Glenburnie.  We met at Camden Station in time to take the early train.
We arrived at R's about 20 min. past 7. and started at once for B.
As we approached the old mill house we saw that it was occupied.  <s>A</s> The man
had come from Balto. and intended to keep a row boat and also a steam
launch was all we could learn.  At this point we went to the shore, we
intended walking along it a short distance and instead <s>proceed</s> went through
Mrs. Stone's and Mr. Strutt's.  Mr. S. is an old man 73 yrs of age, but looks
younger.  He lives in Balto. during the winter but spends the summer on his
farm.  He has 95 A. and wishes to sell them for $2000.  His place is
beautifully located.  We found him quite interesting.  He told us that all
sectarian (insectivorous he meant) birds were protected by law.  As we came
from the shore we saw quite a large bird, much larger apparently that[than] a
pigeon, fly up.  The under side of its wings was of a beautiful canary yellow color.
Mr. S. says he thinks it was a flicker.  We now started for the road, but
as Mr. S. said there was a large spring not far off we thought we would go in
the direction it was.  Mr. W. was a short distance ahead of me, <s>but presently</s>
<s>I saw him</s> and entered the pine woods.  He had not <s>enter</s> gone far into
the woods when I saw him throw himself on the ground. <s>and</s> When I came up
to him, he said "What do you call this Mr. P".  I looked and was surprised
        