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was even more muddy than it.  The Dogwood with its twigs beautifully 
purple colored with <s>its</s> spring tints, attracted our attention, also those of
the willows.  For some time we have been observing these pretty tints
and how they are becoming more and more noticeable with the advent
of each week.  When we reached the railroad we proceeded towards
Stony Run.  Once only did we turn aside to examine a piece of wet
woodland to the left.  Here I found several pretty Puff-balls.  When
we reached S. R. we explored the place for Skunk Cabbage.  It was very
plentiful.  Seeing a specimen which I thought might be easily gotten
up, I began to dig.  It, however was not so easy to get out.  I dug
for some time and for some distace below the upper crown of the roots,
I then took a stout piece of wood which I used as a lever to try
to pull the plant from the soil.  After much work, I managed to
get the plant out, but not without breaking it off from a large
portion of its rhizome which remained firmly rooted in the soil.
Examining the upper portion of rhizome just above the roots I saw plainly
the spirally arranged floral scars.  The roots showed most beautifully
the wonderful contractile fibers which constantly bring the ever rising
terminal bud below the soil.  One curiously misshapen spathe was found
which contained two spadices.
        