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each one tapered into a long, flowing pencil of red hair, which 
reached back far across his shoulder. His hair was quite abun- 
dant, of a brick-red color, and so clean and so bright it seemed as 
if Nature had bestowed upon him all the color that was denied to 
his hideously ugly neighbor, the wart hog, and the other Suidz. 
Of the Sloth’s House, and its admirable collection of sloths, ant 
eaters, ant bears, armadillos and pengolins ; of the collection of 
bison, buffaloes, gaur and gayal at the Cattle Sheds; of the col- 
lection of wild goats and ibexes, from India and elsewhere ; of the 
collection of zebras and wild asses, of deer, and of gazelles, it is 
impossible to speak in detail. 
Nor is it possible to convey, in the remainder of the space avail- 
able for these notes, an adequate impression of the extent of the 
bird collections, and the wide range of their contents. ‘The spe- 
cies are so numerous, and their demands in the matter of care are 
so exacting, imposing effects in aviary construction and arrange- 
ment have been sacrificed on the altar of utility. We find here 
but two aviaries which are in line with the finest structures of the 
same nature in such gardens as those of Antwerp, Amsterdam, 
Rotterdam and Berlin. There are the Vultures’ Aviary, and what 
is set down (oddly enough) as the ‘* Night Herons’ Aviary.’’ 
Great is the temptation to call the latter the Flying Cage, and 
this term will be adopted in the New York Zoological Park. At 
the precise moment of the writer’s visit, a particularly brilliant 
scarlet ibis was in full flight in its top, at least 50 feet from the 
ground, flashing like a burst of scarlet flame from one end of the 
cage to the other (66 feet), wheeling gracefully against the rich 
green foliage, and sweeping back again. Perching—and also 
nesting—in the living trees that grew in this mammoth cage were 
egrets and herons, and also roseate spoonbills ; and their graceful 
evolutions on the wing, back and forth, in the joy of freedom in 
security, distinctly conveyed the impression that they regarded 
their cage as a cage in which to fly ! 
In the centre of the enclosed space—it seems like misnaming 
to call it a cage—was a pool of clear, running water, anda rocky 
islet, surrounded by banks of velvety grass, clumps of shrubbery, 
and small trees galore. It was the most charming enclosure for 
living creatures that the writer had ever seen ; and it is to be re- 
gretted that its great size and the density of the walls of living 
green that surround it quite prevent an adequate portrayal of it 
