THE WONDERFUL FUNGUS TRIBE 



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up by the wind and wafted where you will. They fall 

 in every conceivable place, but it is only when they 

 find their favorite dead chestnut -burr that they care to 

 grow. They are never found elsewhere than among 

 these decaying spines. It is a distinct species, named 

 after the chestnut -burr, its only home. 



Here upon the matted leaves we find a little colony 

 of small yellow parasols with long black stems. They 

 appear to be growing through an oak-leaf; but if we 

 carefully tear away the leaf we bring our parasols too, 

 for they are true to the dead oak- leaf only. You may 

 find other similar parasols upon the maple-leaf, but 

 they are another species. 



Once, while sitting in the woods by the edge of a 

 stream, a young companion called my attention to an 

 orange -colored cone about three-quarters of an inch 

 in height protruding from a bed of green moss at 

 my elbow. I discovered it to be the cap of a small 

 mushroom, whose stem penetrated deep into the moss. 

 With much care I succeeded in separating the moss, 

 being curious to discover upon what the fungus had 

 grown, and to my astonish- 

 ment, when I drew it to the 



