
          840.

*I have never yet seen it to fail, if it rains the 1st & 2nd Sundays of the month it is sure to rain on
the 3rd."
*In einem kühlen Grunde" (In a cool valley)

all along the south side of the road between it and the railroad was being cut
down.  The largest trees were cut into telegraph poles and the others into fence rails.
It took us about an hour to walk to L.R.  Here we stopped a few moments at
the blacksmith's, and were surprised to see how easily he started his fire, a few small <s>amount</s> pieces
of paper were lit and there sufficed to ignite the bituminous coal with the aid of
the bellows.  Here we asked, how to reach the old mill, and then proceeded towards
Cromwell Bridge where we turned to the right and followed the brook to the
mill.  The tall wheel* was revolving, and seeing the miller at the door, we
told him we wished would like to see how the mill worked.  We found him very accommodating
and he showed us through the entire mill.  We learned that the mill was called Mitchell's 
mill.  <s>Seeing</s> Having seen a dead snake (Hog nose) in the brook not far
from the mill we asked about it and learned that some one had killed it
thinking it was a copperhead.  After thanking the miller for his kindness we returned
to L.R.  Not far from the mill we found Clematis, on the brook side of the
road; and on Cromwell Br. Rd, we found Hops, Humulus Lupulus, between the road and
the river, a short distance east of L.R.  From L.R. we went towards Glen Ellen.  We
found the door of the Gate House open so stopped in a moment, and then continued
our trip.  The evergreens, particularly the hemlocks, looked beautiful.  One pine,
of a peculiar stunted growth, attracted my attention, but I failed to recognize it.
We went along the road for quite a distance.  In several places I found large patches
        