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Schistostega osmundacea. — In a dark cavern at the Wainstone Rocks, 

 growing very sparingly with Tetraphis ovata. Only a single patch of it, 

 but bearing fruit in high perfection last April. 



Fissidens adiantoides. — Kirkby Bank; also the variety with short setae, 

 mentioned by Wilson. 



F. bryoides. — Very common. 



Hypnum rivulare. — Stream on Kirkby Moor, but without fruit. 



H. crassinervium. — Wall near the Church of Ingleby Greenhow: barren. 



H strainineum. — Abundant in wet places on Kirkby and Carlton Moors, 

 but always barren. 



H. Schreberi. — Common everywhere, but very rarely with fructification. 

 In fruit near the Wainstone, December, 1856. 



H. splendens. — Abundant in fruit by the road-side between Ingleby Green- 

 how and Battersby. 



H. loreum. — Very common, but rare in fruit: Carlton Moor, Oct., 1856. 



H. squarrosum. — Abundantly fructifying on Kirkby Bank. 



H. fluitans. — In fruit in the bogs on Cran Moor. 



H. commutatum. — In fruit by the side of rivulets on Kirkby and Carlton 

 Moors. 



Hookeria lucens. — In shady woods in Bilsdale: common. 



NATUKAL HISTORY OF NUNBURNHOLME. 



BY THE REV. F. 0. MORRIS. 

 {Continued from page 57 .) 



I cannot, however, reach the flock that cuts the air overhead in mar- 

 shalled rank, under the leadership of the chieftain gander, and so am 

 unable to speak more positively than I have done by conjecture, as to 

 the name of the bird that I see and hear aloft. The ordinary gun, or 

 fowling-piece, would carry but a small distance towards the "Old High- 

 flyer." (Gone has the "London and York" stage-coach of that name 

 from the "Great North Road" this many a day, nor ever again will its 

 team turn in at the portals of the "Black Swan," as was its wont in the 

 "good old times," which in like manner are fled for ever, and will never 

 come again.) Even the rifle, whether "Enfield" or "Minie," would have 

 but a small chance of sending its bullet "up so high," and still less 

 would the cloth-yard arrow of the best yew bow that was ever strung 

 by the hands of "Robin Hood or Little John," hight "Adam Bell, Clym 

 of the Clough, or William of Cloudeslie," those archers good and true, 



