EXPERIENCES IN FERN-HUNTING 53 
at last.”” It proved to be the best clump I have ever 
seen, and the plants bore out what he had contended. 
We visited the locality this fall and were sorry to find 
a fire had swept through it. I am afraid the colony 
has gone forever. 
I have since found three plants in the Wissahickon 
which have endured for ten years and are there still. 
I also came across a fine clump at Cold Spring Harbor 
while residing at Oyster Bay. 
Of course, we were anxious to find Asplenium ebenoides, 
now called Scott’s fern. The place of its original dis- 
covery has been destroyed and our discovery of it was 
longer delayed than that of Aspidium Goldieanum by a 
number of years—in fact, the original trio had ceased 
to explore together. It was while with two other com- 
panions in the vicinity of Marshall’s Creek, Monroe 
Co., that we came across two fine specimens. Of course, 
I brought one away with me and grew it in a four-inch 
pot and for three years it thrived finely. But when I 
moved to Long Island I took it along and for no reason 
that I could see, it immediately started on a down grade 
and after two summers over there it perished, far from 
its native state. 
Camptosorus, one of the supposed parents of A. eben- 
oides, as claimed by some, I have found to be common, 
if wide distribution makes it common. I have found it 
on almost every tramp of any extent in a west and north- 
erly direction. 
I have also had some interesting experiences in con- 
nection with trips to Quaker Bridge after Schizaea and 
other things of interest to be found there. In late 
July or early August, Prof. Stewardson Brown says, 
the railroad station at Atsion is about the hottest place 
this side of the hereafter, and the walk of four Jersey 
miles, through soft white sand, tormented by countless 
myriads of mosquitoes and a few black flies, makes the 
