1900] Webster, — An afternoon outing for toadstools 193 
coloring, and B. ornatipes, which in the rough, coarse reticulations 
of its yellow stem vies with Z. a/veolatus. 
Treating with scant attention a few dried-up specimens of the 
ubiquitous Russula foetens, and a single well-fruited Æ. furcata, and 
pausing a moment by a stump to gather one or two small fruits of 
Cantharellus aurantiacus of the pallid variety figured by Cooke, 
which seems to be the common form in the region, I hunted over the 
ground for the yellow form of Amanita rubescens and for Ravenel’s 
Boletus, which I remembered seeing in that particular patch of woods 
three years ago. They were not there this time. In fact Boletus 
Ravenelii is so disappointingly rare about Boston that very few col- 
lectors know the beauty of it except by hearsay. Once seen, its 
exquisite, powdery yellow veil, that so long masks the tubes, and the 
contrast between the sulphur yellow of the stem and the dull red of 
the pileus linger in the memory and make one eager to find it again. 
Had there been time to reach a pine grove, we should also have 
sought its near relative, B. hemichrysus, whose dusty-looking, soft, 
tawny-golden pileus is so conspicuous on the trunk or at the base of 
a pine — when you can find it. I have collected it a mile or two 
to the east, in Quincy, and a damaged specimen from Canton or near 
there, turned up at the exhibition on the day following our excursion. 
All collectors should hunt carefully for these two Boleti in early 
August, and preserve and report those found. 
Making our way back to the road through a tangled thicket cover- 
ing boggy ground that would have been impassable dry-shod in an 
ordinary season, and picking up a handful of Lactarius subdulcis, 
another of Z. griseus, which is not frequent hereabouts, and one or 
two pale specimens of Z. chrysorheus, we passed to the other side and 
plunged into the shade of a bog that is less densely overgrown and 
usually very wet. Here were one or two Leptonias and Inocybes, 
dull colored and perplexing, and with them, always a joy to the eyes, 
Peck's Entoloma cuspidatum, a plant not rare about Boston, but 
collected only by those who insist on braving the mosquitoes and the 
wet of sphagnum bogs. To be fully appreciated, the pale yellow 
delicate fruits of this fungus, each tipped with an abrupt cusp, must be 
seen rearing their frail caps above the soft masses of sphagnum in 
which their stalks are buried. Were it not far an occasional hint of 
salmon on the mature gills, the thought that they are pink-spored 
would hardly occur to one. 
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