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 motionlessness as if they bad been petrified. …My uncle unhesitatingly called them by their real names. "It is only," he said in his coolest manner, "a forest of mushrooms."