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to be here associated, if Dr. Callaway is right. His supposition involves 
an enormous interval of time between the deposition of these strata, occupied in 
faultings, upheavals, and overlayings. It is no doubt a startling hypothesis, but 
the fact that in all observed cases these Pedwardine (Tremadoc?) beds are 
found inclined at a very considerable angle to the Llandovery sandstones which 
lie over them, implies this vast interval. At Shineton the beds dip at an angle of 
30 deg., and at Pedwardine, 30 miles from that place, at not less, whereas the Llan- 
dovery lie nearly horizontal across their edges. Dr. Callaway finds at Shineton 
the following fossils which are characteristic of Tremadoc or earlier strata :— 
Conocoryphe monile, Olenus Salteri, Agnostus dux, Obolella Sabrince, Asaphus 
Homfrayi and A. Croftii, and here at Pedwardine, Dictyonema Sociale and 
Lingulella Nicholsoni. Dr. Callaway identifies these shales with the strata found 
at Malvern, and to the west of the Stiperstones. There is reason to believe that 
these views have been at length accepted by the Geological Authorities. The 
shales were soft and easily separated, and many specimens of Dictyonema were 
found, but nothing else. ‘‘Forward” was again the ery, and up the steep lane 
the party proceeded. It was soon found to widen and open out a picturesque view 
near and distant. Yon bit of farm building, with tall trees and rustic gate, and 
water rippling on the road, must have been designed by Birket Foster! Whilst 
the wood of tall slender trees, with the coppice below, and the distant view, is 
surely an unblushing copy from Linnell ! 
The warm rain of the last ten days had awoke up fungus life. An enormous 
Polyporus Squamosus some two feet wide, sprung out from the trunk of an ash 
tree, but as no one wanted razor strops for which the fungus has a high repute, it 
was passed by. Boletus luridus, most poisonous of all, grew under an oak tree ; 
that too was rejected, since no one seemed inclined to commit ‘‘ a despatch,” 
which would certainly not be ‘‘happy.” In the pretty wood on the summit of the 
hill the chanterelle, Cantherellus cibarius, with its pleasant smell of ripe apricots, 
was gathered, and so too was Russula heterophylla, edible and good, though its 
greenish purple tints make the vulgar world afraid of it. 
In the open space of a cross riding in the wood was a bare pole, set up with 
the steel trap so fatal to hawks. In it was a beautiful Nightjar, or Fern-owl, 
Caprimulgus Europeus. It had only been caught the previous night, for the 
lustre of its beautiful eye was scarcely dimmed. These birds come to us from 
Africa, and are happily more common in Herefordshire than is generally 
supposed. In the wooded districts of the country, the peculiar jarring noise they 
make, like the sound of a spinning wheel, may be heard on any calm evening in 
early summer. They live almost entirely on cockchafers and moths, whose colour 
they so much resemble. They thus render good service to the woodman and the 
agriculturist, consuming the source of innumerable destructive grubs and cater- 
pillars. The trap was not set for this poor bird, and an unlucky capture it was. 
If its relatives could but know that its remains were carried off for preservation, 
it might be a source of some slight consolation. 
The park railings were reached at length and scaled by some of the members. 
What fence can stop Woolhopeans ? And the whole party were soon clustered 
