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THE WOOLHOPE CLUB AT HEREFORD.— FU^s^GUS 

 FORAY. 



By H. T. Soppitt. 



During the first week in October the Woolhope Club held their 

 sixteenth annual fungus foray. 



For several years past I had read graphic accounts of the Woolhope 

 meetings with considerable interest, and this year, having received an 

 invitation, coupled with a most interesting programme, was determined 

 to be present. 



Monday, Oct. 1st, arrival at Hereford, was the first item announced 

 on the circular, and on that date I accordingly made my way thither. 



On arriving at Hereford I noticed a gentleman on the platform, and 

 judging from his general contour, thought must be a fungologist ; 

 upon making his acquaintance found I was right, for the gentleman in 

 question was no less a personage than Dr. Bull, who at once informed 

 me where I should find Canon Du Port and Mr. Broome, who had 

 already arrived. At that moment a train steamed into the station, 

 bringing Dr. Cooke and Dr. Wharton from London, and immediately 

 afterwards Dr. Carlyle from Carlisle. 



Tuesday, Oct. 2nd. — The first excursion took place by rail, to 

 Ludlow, for Moor Park and Woodeves Coppice. There was a good 

 muster, the weather being very fine, and each one being provided with 

 a basket. 



On arriving at Ludlow, waggonettes were in waiting, and the party 

 eventually reached .Woodeves Coppice, where fungi occurred in 

 profusion. 



To some, all was fish that came to the net was a rule, judging from 

 the pretty coloured specimens of Ag. laccatus and other common highly- 

 coloured species in their baskets, whilst others only gathered rare and 

 critical species, and placed each species in separate paper bags. 



Cortinarii were extremely abundant. 



Hearing a shout in the distance, and fearing something had gone 

 wrong, I hastened to the spot, and found half-a-dozen of the party 

 surrounding several specimens of the rare ^Strobilomyces strohilaceus. 



Our baskets gradually got filled, and the party slowly retraced their 

 steps to Moor Park. 



On the way back, I recognised a voice in the wood, and found Mr. 

 N.S., Vol. ix. Nov. 1883. 



