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in bloom.  From the pond I went to Owl Spring, on the way stopping
to examine the several Tipularia places.  At the spring, I examined
the transplanted Lygodium, both plants are doing finely.  I searched
too, for the Magnolia and also for the Hepatica acuta, but found
neither.  I cleaned out the spring and then ate my dinner.  While I
was eating a little animal in a gray coat suddenly appeared at a little
hole between the rocks of the spring and as suddenly disappeared.  I hoped
it would look out again, that I might recognize it, but it remained hidden.
I now went slowly through the ravine; at Camp Cozy I stopped
to look at the old home; no one now would even suspect that a
house had ever been built there.  When I crossed the little run, I found
my first Hepatica, later I found others, and in the <s>spri</s> run, Chrysosplenium
was growing beautifully, buds were pletiful, but no flowers.
From the ravine I went to Orange Grove, crossed the river and then walked
along the River R'd.  The road was in an awful condition.  When I reached 
F's I stopped to examine if Dicentra was to bee seen but <s>I</s> it was
not.  Here, too, I looked at the Menispermum, only a few dried up
berries were still on the vine, the most of them, had either been eaten
or had dropped off.  Noticing that the bridge "Katherine" at Smithsons
had been again put in order, I decided to cross it.  It is now
        