as much in it as there is of cheese in the moon. 

 No doubt tons and tons of this vegetable 

 meat go to waste every day in the woods and 

 fields, just as the mycologists say ; nevertheless, 

 according to my experience, it is safer and 

 cheaper to board at a first-class hotel than in 

 the wilderness upon this manna, bounty of the 

 skies though it be. 



It is the hunt for mushrooms, the introduction 

 through their door into a new and wondrous 

 room of the out-of-doors, that makes mycology 

 worthy and moral. The genuine lover of the 

 out-of-doors, having filled his basket with fungi, 

 always forces his day's gleanings upon the least 

 resisting member of the party before he reaches 

 home, while he himself feeds upon the excitement 

 of the hunt, the happy mental rest, the sunshine 

 of the fields, and the flavor of the woods. After 

 a spring with the birds and a summer with the 

 flowers, to leave glass and botany-can at home 

 and go tramping through the autumn after mush- 

 rooms is to catch the most exhilarating breath of 

 the year, is to walk of a sudden into a wonder- 

 world. With an eye single for fungi, we see them 

 of every shape and color and in every imaginable 

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