MAMMALS OF MINNESOTA. 219 
“On the 18th of January of the present year (1872), I went 
with Dr. A. Patton, of Vincennes, Indiana, to visit a mound 
situated about a mile or a mile and a-half in an easterly direction 
from Vincennes. While digging in the mound in search of 
relics that might throw light upon its origin and history, we 
came to a nest about two feet below the surface of the ground, 
carefully made of bits of grass, and in this nest was a jumping 
mouse (Jaculus hudsonius Bd.) apparently dead. It was coiled 
up as tightly as it could be, the nose being placed upon the 
belly, and the long tail coiled around the ball-like form which 
the animal had assumed. I took the little mouse into my hand. 
It exhibited no motion or sign of life. Its eyes and mouth were 
shut tight, and its little fore feet were shut and placed close 
together. Everything indicated that the mouse was perfectly 
dead, excepting the fact that it was not as rigid as perhaps a 
dead mouse would be in the winter. I tied the mouse and nest 
in my handkerchief and carried them to Vincennes. Arriving 
at Dr. Patton’s office I untied my treasures and took out the 
mouse and held it for some time in my hand. It still showed 
no signs of life; but, at length I thought I saw a very slight 
movement in one of the hind legs. Presently there was a very 
slight movement of the head, yet so feeble that one could 
hardly be sure it was real. Then there came to be some evi- 
dence of breathing, and a slight pressure of my fingers upon 
the tail near the body was followed by an immediate but feeble 
movement of one of the hind legs At length there was unmis-: 
takable evidence that the animal was breathing, but the breath- 
ing was a labored action, and seemingly performed with great 
difticulty. As the mouse became warmer the signs of life be- 
came more and more marked; and in the course of the same 
afternoon on which I brought it into the warm room it became 
perfectly active, and was as ready to jump about as any other 
member of its species. I put this mouse in a little tin box with 
holes in the cover, and took him with me in my journeyings, 
taking care to put in the box a portion of an ear of corn and 
pieces of paper. It ate the corn by gnawing from the outside 
of the kernel, and it gnawed the paper into bits with which it 
made a nest. * * * On the evening of February 6th I 
reached my home in Williamstown, and on my arrival the 
mouse was in good condition; but the next morning it was again 
apparently dead. In the course of the day, however, being 
placed where it was warm, it gradually came back to activity 
as before.” 
