
          854.

as if it were well worth visiting again.  The country around is very pretty.
As we crossed the field, we found Draba verna in bloom.  From the branch, we 
went towards Stinchcomb's (Willie), but got off the track a little when we
went to Markland's.  We, however, finally reached S's.  Mr. S. is building
a new house.  We went towards it, hoping to find someone, who could show
us the swamp.  No one was there, however, and as it was already past 12
o'clock, and a nice spring was near the house, we decided to eat dinner.
After dinner, we again started, to search for the swamp.  Seeing a man, plowing,
I went <s>to</s> towards him; as I <s>neared</s> came near him I saw the reeds growing, not far away.
It was Mr. S. and he told us that we were now at the head of the swamp.
The reed is an evergreen; the leaves are now turning yellow, and are beginning to
fall; and all through the swamp, the ground is covered with the leaves.
Mr. S. told us, how we might go to reach Forest House; there was our path
leading through the woods, but as this was partly overgrown, he though[t] it might
be better if we took the path (road) leading to Warfield's.  This we decided to
do.  Mr. S. told us that last year there was frost on May 10.  We now left Mr. S.
and started for W's.  After going, a short distance, we entered the swampy ground
to our left.  Reeds were to be found everywhere and on the ground everywhere
Gaultheria.  In several places we found Ilex verticillata and laevigata.  The berries
on most of the plants have turned brown or black and dropped off or are dropping off.
        