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great man for planting trees at that time. It was 

 he that planted the avenue of beeches you may be 

 seeing at Glen Nevis House, and many other trees he 

 planted. So when he sees the parcel of trees he 

 makes bold to ask the Duke what were they. " Oh ! " 

 says the Duke, " they are a very beautiful tree that I 

 have seen in my travels, and I am away to plant them 

 at Dunkeld." After that Glen Nevis keeps the Duke 

 in pleasant talk indeed, but all the while he keeps his 

 hand busy in the parcel of trees lying behind the 

 Duke's back. He would get, maybe, a dozen or so of 

 them, and these are the great larches of Glen Nevis 

 at this day.' 



The European larch, unrivalled for the early 

 maturity and excellency of its deal, has become sorely 

 discredited with foresters of late owing to the ravages 

 of a minute fungus upon which cryptogamists have 

 bestowed a title more in proportion to the extent of 

 the mischief it works than to its dimensions, calling 

 it Dasyscyplia calycina. This pestilent little organism, 

 whereof the purpose in nature is impossible to discern, 

 fixes itself on some wound or abrasure of the bark, 

 and drives its mycelium into the wood of the tree 

 itself. Almost microscopic in size, its external display 

 consisting of a white cup not much bigger than a grain 

 of mustard-seed, it multiplies rapidly, and the first in- 

 dications to the forester of its presence is a morbid 

 swelling in the trunk, enclosing a deep-seated canker, 

 whence oozes black and unhealthy resin. No remedy 

 has been found for the mischief. Some vigorous 

 young trees seem to overcome the attack, and grow 



