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[[underline]] Hemlock Swamp [[/underline]]

seeded heads raised tempted to investigation & proved a beautiful watermelon pink inside.  Great rigorous arbutus leaves on the low knolls between mossy places told of fragrant ^ [[insertion]] spring [[/insertion]] bloom.  Ground pine - common club moss [[underline]] L. clavatum [[/underline]], trailed along on the ground or swamp emergence ^ [[insertion]] [[underline]] L. lucidulum [[/underline]] [[/insertion]] stood up, miniature forest trees. [[superscript]] + [[/superscript]]
On boulders (left by the glaciers?) were fern gardens.  The little dark green [[underline]] Polypodicum. [[/underline]] Mushrooms & orange fungus shelves on the side of a tree trunk gave keen color in the dark swamp.  And in the dryer places the bright red branch berries - [[underline]] Cornus  canadensis [[/underline]]
A strong animal smell made us examine the smooth and scratched bark of a slanting tree trunk & nearby a little heap of tiny bones were interpreted by sign.  Pileated holes in an old hemlock also told of life.  But I could not hoot up the Barred Owl I had hoped to find - perhaps its first morning nap is too sound. Or - perhaps if its ears were awake, our steps & low voices would put it on guard.  A few woodpeckers, black and white creepers, & vireos were about all. [[line]]
[[superscript]] + [[/superscript]] and in one place we found the exquisite little snow-berry vine with one snowy berry left.