
          990.

pretty.  When we reached the Cannon R'd we found several men
busily engaged putting <s>in</s> a plug in the end of one of the water mains.
It had been blown-out, the pressure here is said to be 200 lbs.  We
watched the men some time.  They seemed to be an intelligent lot
of men, one, who apparently was superintending the job, particularly so.
We were very much surprised, therefore, when he got up to put in the
plug, and happened to step on a pick, to hear him say, rather
angrily and as if he was very much vexed, "Dam it, you son of a b--h
of a pick, you have to be in the way of course."  He then picked up the
pick and threw it aside.  As the work did not seem to go on smoothly,
more of this forcible language was indulged <s>he</s> in.

It was now near 12 o'clock so we hurried onward, reached A.,
and crossed the river.  Mr. F. had sold his place, 26 A (20 A. [acres] more or less) with
nice home for $2600.  The new owner is building a road, it
<s>leads</s> goes from his house to road to A.  We were very sorry to
find that it follows the deep ravine in which the Dicentra
grows.  A great many of the plants <s>have been</s> were buried when the
ravine was filled in to make the road bed.  We now went to
Gentian place.  In the spot where two years ago was one plant there
are now more than 50.  We will call this spot now -- Spot No. 2.  In 
        