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1893
Hemlock
the lovliest wild honeysuckle vine (which I took up to Mate) We prospected a little - & looked up & down the shores, where every little way dashed down a torrent of white water. Then Mr. W. went back up the shore with us - & just in the cove between us & the Hubbard cottage I think we crossed 4 or 5 streams - besides the one that stopped us & another we saw beyond. It was fine. The pure sweet wet air & the clean wet slate & roses & berries & branches & the beautiful foaming white little cataracts - the one under the rustic bridge (the new one) was particularly pretty & we crossed & [illegible] new slate slide - 10 or 15 feet high. Mate came in just as we were taking off our rubbers, to say that Frank suggested going up to see the fall in the glen. She went with us & Mrs Marrin came (nearly all the neighborhood during the morning) and we went as far as we could - to the

1893
Hemlock
the lovliest wild honeysuckle vine (which I took up to Mate) We prospected a little - & looked up & down the shores, where every little way dashed down a torrent of white water. Then Mr. W. went back up the shore with us - & just in the cove between us & the Hubbard cottage I think we crossed 4 or 5 streams - besides the one that stopped us & another we saw beyond. It was fine. The pure sweet wet air & the clean wet slate & roses & berries & branches & the beautiful foaming white little cataracts - the one under the rustic bridge (the new one) was particularly pretty & we crossed & [illegible] new slate slide - 10 or 15 feet high. Mate came in just as we were taking off our rubbers, to say that Frank suggested going up to see the fall in the glen. She went with us & Mrs Marrin came (nearly all the neighborhood during the morning) and we went as far as we could - to the

1893
Hemlock
the lovliest wild honeysuckle vine (which I took up to Mate) We prospected a little - & looked up & down the shores, where every little way dashed down a torrent of white water. Then Mr. W. went back up the shore with us - & just in the cove between us & the Hubbard cottage I think we crossed 4 or 5 streams - besides the one that stopped us & another we saw beyond. It was fine. The pure sweet wet air & the clean wet slate & roses & berries & branches & the beautiful foaming white little cataracts - the one under the rustic bridge (the new one) was particularly pretty & we crossed & [illegible] new slate slide - 10 or 15 feet high. Mate came in just as we were taking off our rubbers, to say that Frank suggested going up to see the fall in the glen. She went with us & Mrs Marrin came (nearly all the neighborhood during the morning) and we went as far as we could - to the
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