
          1063.

*The hooting of an owl in some nearby trees was cause for comment.

the church.  It was after 6 o'clock when we finally left the old church and
started down the road,* to the cars, and it was nearly 8 when I arrived home.

519
February 15, 1904.  Last night it hailed and snowed; the ground is
therefore again covered. <s>with</s>  As I had to collect some buds, I started
for my favorite ravine in Brooklyn about 8 A.M.  I first of all
collected some Sycamore buds.  While collecting them, I thought of
the colonies of peculiar insects and looked carefully to see if any
could be found, but without success.  I took the path, past the
old shanty.  In the little ravine, the brook was flowing quite rapidly.
In some of its slower moving parts Spirogyra was growing profusely.  
I was quite surprised to find, <s>too.</s> already, notwithstanding our
very cold winter, seedlings of Impatiens.  In the warm water Chrysosplenium 
too, was beginning to grow.  Skunk Cabbage was everywhere
and I was on the look-out for those peculiar spathes, found
so plentifully last year, that are so easily removed from the plant.
Cases of cleavage were noticed just as frequently as last year and
like <s>th</s> at that time <s>generally</s> only in the water-growing specimens.

My best find of the day was the finding of a pretty clump of Lycopodium
obscurum; in it was one specimen with a fertile spike.  I marked
a tree near which the clump was growing by tying a small piece of
        