A SINGULAR FOREST.
We found ourselves close to a lofty forest! It consisted of straight trunks with tufted tops, in shape like parasols. The air seemed to have no effect upon these trees—which in spite of a tolerable breeze remained as still and motionless as if they had been petrified. * * My uncle unhesitatingly called them by their real names. "It is only," he said in his coolest manner, "a forest of mushrooms."—Page 121.
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