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[[underlined]] Cranberry Bog [[/underlined]]

As you plow along through the heavy bog you look now into the beautiful berry field at your feet delighting in the heavily fruited exquisitely tinted fruit - now off over the golden brown acres to the dark mountains - Kearsarge with its volcanic outline & up past the woods - the other mountains that border the lake view.  It is well in some places to watch your steps for a pitcher plant disrespectfully stepped on may soak your boots or an overgrown ditch may give you a cold plunge.  Mrs. Stearns in a blue dress with a neighbor out with pails picking cranberries. Startled - 'scared most to death' when I spoke her name out of the bog!  Gypsy jump up into the air to get sight of me above the high marsh grass - must defend her family by [[underline]] knowing [[/underline]] who the intruder is.