
          1065

* v. p. 1067.

When we got to the crest of the hill, however, it divided and
we were undecided which fork to take.  Luckily a little shanty
stood close-by and an old man was seen at the door.  We asked
him which was the way to Hollofields, and he told us to take the
left-hand road.  As he had nothing to do he said he would go 
with us and show us the way.  He was 62 yrs old and had been living 
in the neighborhood all his life, so of course, he knew all about
the place.  He thought Mr. W. older than himself and he was almost
sure that he had seen Mr. F. before.  He knew all about "spikenard"
snakeroot, etc, etc, but there was one plant growing near his home
that he did not know and could find no one who could tell him.  He
described the plant, as having thick fleshy leaves, ivy-shaped, growing on
the hill-sides.  I asked him, if it ever had flowers, but he did not
think so, for he had never seen it in flower.  I wonder if it is the
Hepatica, he has seen?  We soon reached the old pump-house, now 
not in o<s>p</s>peration.  The doors were locked, because as our guide explained
it, there were "bilers" inside.  He now, seeing that there was no
good place to cross the river, decided to show us the way along the
bank.  He thought* he would go with us as far as the "Shades
of Death".  Now this was something new for us, and I asked
        