
          1013.

* Puff-balls are quite plentiful.  In one place I found a nice lot of
Hypholoma perplexium(?).  This mushroom grows in clusters at the base of decaying
trunks the spores are a purple brown.  The pileus is of an orange brown.

1013.

to the tunnel.  We went almost in a direct line right across the
hill and through a ravine.  When quite close to the railroad, Mr.
W. missed his umbrella he had lost it on his way over.  This
seemed, however, almost impossible, and as there was a possibility
that he had left it at the camp, we continued our trip to the
tunnel.  It is still unfinished, but a workman said that by 
Christmas, it would be.  We returned to our camp by way of
the ravine.  It had taken us an hour.  Arrived in camp we soon
saw that the umbrella had been lost.  We put the burning
embers together and started again over the trip in search for
the umbrella.  We went all the way, but the umbrella was not
found.  We were inclined to give it up as lost <s>but</s> and thought
we had a hopeless task before us when we started over the same
ground on our return.  It was getting dark, too, and this made the
case more hopeless.  Mr. W. had gotten ahead of me, while I was
going over a piece of ground a third time (to be sure of having
covered the first route) when I heard him call that he had found
it.  We were glad that it had been found and returned to the camp*.
It was now quite dark, but the fire was so pretty that we could not leave
it.  We put on another big piece of wood and sat down beside it.  It was
        