338 Proc. B. N. F. C, 



architect, Mr. Nash. Crossing the. stream by a handsome 

 bridge, a visit is made to a magnificent avenue, upwards of half 

 a mile in length, the trees of which are well grown and very 

 regular, entirely meeting overhead. It is sad to see the irre- 

 parable damage caused here by the storm, several gaps having 

 been made in the northern side, to some extent spoiling the 

 fine effect. Archaeology was not expected to be a feature in 

 the day's programme, but, under the guidance of a resident 

 member, well versed in such matters, a hurried visit is paid to 

 a densely-wooded mound, where, hidden from view, is one of 

 those ancient rude stone chambers known as kistvaens, the 

 possible uses of which to their ancient builders, is still an 

 unsettled point with archaeologists ; locally, they are often 

 known as giants' graves. It is probable that this particular 

 example had at one time been covered with earth, as it seems 

 to occupy the site of what is designated Drumrriond's Fort on 

 the Survey maps. The day wearing on, the return journey is 

 commenced^ the fungus foray still being vigorously maintained 

 till a halt is called before leaving the grounds, to allow of a 

 display and examination of the spoil. Five competitors had 

 kept at the work, and the results when spread out, had cer- 

 tainly a remarkable effect. The result of the judge's scrutiny 

 proved that the Rev. Herbert C. Waddell had gained the 

 highest number, and had collected as many as 99 distinct 

 species. His competitors, however, had closely followed by 

 collections numbering respectively 96, 84, 79, and 72 — all truly 

 marvellous results in the few hours devoted to the search. 

 Many of the species were new to the members, and doubtless 

 the club will hear further of them during the winter session. 

 Passing from the grounds, a short walk brought the party into 

 Cookstown — one of the best markets for flax and general farm 

 produce in Ireland. It being market day, though late, its fine 

 broad street still thronged with farmers was a surprise to those 

 who had not before visited it. 



By the kind invitation of William MacMillan, Esq., the party 

 adjourned to his residence, Loy House, to partake of dinner 



