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and Schweinitzii ; Lactarius uvidus, trivialis, pargamenus, lilacinus, camphoratus ; 
Agaricus semitalis, aurivellus, pyrotrichus, petasatus, subpalmatus, holosericeus, 
columbetta, sordidus, stans, dryinus ; Cortinarius impennis, mucifluus, cwrulescens, 
paleaceus, flexipes ; Russula depallens, and rubra. 
Mr. Berkeley sent a specimen of Lycoperdon Hoylit, and there was a Dedalea 
from Cornwall, sent by Mr. Boscawen, which some thought was D. confragosa. 
The fungologists now added to their number Miss Du Port, Mr. and Mrs. 
Griffith Morris, The Rev. Mr. and Mrs. Vize, Messrs. Renny, Acton, Bucknall, 
Churchill, Holloway, Lane, Lingwood, and others, together with a host of Wool- 
hopeans, most of whose faces were familiar, but whose names are unknown to the 
writer. 
The excursion to Credenhill Camp was quite an imposing ceremony, a string 
of carriages conveyed the Woolhopeans to Credenhill Court. Upon arrival the 
company were forthwith ordered to the Camp, where several hours were spent 
searching for fungi and admiring the camp itself. At two o’clock the Doctor read 
his paper on ‘ Credenhill Camp—Magna Castra,” which was highly spoken of by 
those fortunate enough to hear it, but unfortunately the writer was not one of 
them. It so happened that just as we should have adjourned to the trysting place, 
the Canon, in finding Russula rubra, lost his digger. Now it so happens that this 
is a Russula far from common, although many things have been called by this 
name. Some half-dozen fungologists sympathising in the loss of the weapon, and 
partly led on by the desire of gathering further specimens of the Russula, stayed 
behind to prosecute the search, and so missed the paper and only gained the 
carriages as they were starting. However, all were safely got on board and the 
start made. We were rattling along, thinking of the fungus dinner in store for us 
at the ‘‘Green Dragon,” when the commissioner of the Woolhope Club, who of 
course led the van, suddenly held up his hand and cried “ Hold!” in a voice 
which made us all tremble. We were at the time going down hill at a breakneck 
speed, but the drivers pulled up their horses and by applying the breaks vigorously 
to the wheels succeeded in bringing the carriages into a state of stable equilibrium 
directly opposite a gentleman’s house. What is the matter? Something serious 
must have happened. Had the Doctor left his spud in the camp? or, worse than 
that, had he forgotten his basket of funguses? Nothing of the kind happily. The 
President gravely rose in his seat and pointing straight at the front door of the 
house in the calmest and most collected manner, said, ‘‘ Debased Corinthian 
capitals,” and away we sped, before the owner of the house could rush out to see 
what was the matter. It turned out that two stones found in Magna Castra had 
been placed upon the garden wall, so it was no accident after all, but a part of the 
programme into which we, the benighted mycologists, had not been initiated. 
We had not proceeded far before another stop was made, but not so suddenly 
as the first. ‘‘ What is the matter now?” was asked as the company fairly tumbled 
out of the carriages. ‘‘ Going to see Magna Castra,” was the reply, and the party 
disappeared through a gateway. It isa lamentable fact to have to relate, but a 
few bigots actually kept their seats and studied their specimens, while one of their 
number read Fries’ Monographia till the rest returned. They came back ina body, 
