
          841.

* Here is a large Thorn -- Crataegus
** Deepest snow this winter -- about 4 inches.

of Lycopodium complanatum, but, although I searched carefully, found none in
fruit.  I fail to understand, why I have never seen this plant in fruit.  It
was about 11 o'clock when we reached a ravine (the one we entered during the summer
with Mr. T.) and we decided to stop for dinner.  We soon found that
we had selected a very disagreeable camping place, a place where we were
not protected at all from the wind, but we decided to make the best of it.
We had a great deal of trouble to start our fire and were once on the point
of leaving to try some other place.  Finally, however, it began to burn, and
we had one of our best fires, such a fine one that we felt loth to leave
it when the time for starting homeward came.  It had begun to snow
and the ground was already covered when we started.  We were undecided
which way to take, whether onward towards Glen Ellen or to return over the route
we had already taken; finally decided to go by way of Glen Ellen, being told by
a workman that it was a shorter route.  We went, therefore, to the three-arched
bridge, crossed it and followed the brook up stream, we crossed* it at Glen Ellen
but seeing a broad path leading past some lime kilns and also around the
White House, which is quite an immense building, we followed it.  The road
follows the stream and enters the Glen Ellen road at the dairy.  Just before 
it enters this road it runs along the edge of a piece of woodland.  It was now 
getting dark, the snow** deeper and deeper.  The road was filled with ruts and
        