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sandstone hills on the north and northwest. There is a good 
hotel and good beaches, which attract a number of transient 
visitors during the summer. Also, a good many persons own 
cottages along the bay and ocean front. 
On the next morning, November 14, I braved the storm that 
had raged for two days and explored the pine barrens covering 
the sandy headland lying back of the life-saving station. This 
proved to be an exceedingly interesting region, yielding many 
novelties. I was much impressed with the ability of fleshy fungi 
to thrive in almost pure sand. Here under the pines I found 
numbers of specimens of the brilliant orange-red form of Amanita 
muscaria, which I was to see later in California. Rostkovites 
granulatus, one of the edible boleti, also occurred here in great 
abundance. 
After the turn of the tide, I went eastward from Newport 
along the beach a few miles and turned into a lumber trail up a 
small stream, where the usual virgin forest conditions prevailed 
and the fungous flora was more like that in the Willamette 
Valley. The day’s collections, which were large and important, 
were so saturated with water that they had to be spread out ina 
steam-heated room over night to reduce them to a normal con- 
dition and prevent many of them from collapsing completely. 
During the return journey to Corvallis next morning, I was 
able to complete the descriptions and have the specimens ready 
for the much-needed drying process. 
Continued adverse weather conditions caused us to leave for 
California a few days earlier than we had planned. The Oregon 
collections, comprising nearly 400 field numbers, were shipped 
direct to New York and we caught the midnight express at 
Albany, November 16, bound for San Francisco. 
The railway journey from Corvallis to San Francisco occupied 
two days, our train being held up fourteen hours at Keswick by a 
wreck. The Siskiyou Mountains, separating Oregon from Cali- 
fornia, were crossed after a very steep climb up to 4,000 feet 
from the fertile and beautiful Rogue River Valley. Soon after 
leaving Ashland, we entered a forest of oaks so abundantly 
covered with mistletoe that the trees appeared evergreen after 
