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Gradually he became accustomed to my hand, until finally I was 

 able to stroke him lightly, without his showing any fear. He 

 gained confidence in me, and when he heard my call, he would 

 clamber down the sides of the box, and come to meet my stick. 

 For one meal, he ate twenty-five flies. 



I tried feeding him meat, and various other foods but he ate, to 

 my knowledge, nothing but flies and one mayfly. The latter, it 

 took him sometime to devour, and the process was accompanied 

 with the usual nodding of the head. As he ate, you could see his 

 sharp teeth cutting the food. He seemed to prefer live flies, but he 

 ate them even after the rigor mortis had set in. He seemed to 

 enjoy being stroked carefully. But he was so quick, before I 

 realized what he was doing, he would clamber down the sides of the 

 box and be pushing his head up on the other side. His walk was 

 not particularly slow, and when he drank, he climbed up over 

 the pan. 



I found out a great deal about him, but my pet died all too soon. 

 I suppose the lack of exercise had a great deal to do with his death, 

 but I believe that if a proper place could be provided, this one of 

 America's animal oddities could be studied and better understood 

 and fewer people would wish to destroy it. 



After all, the preservation of our wild life and the balance of 

 nature is our chief object in studying these things by means of zoos 

 and personal pets. And let us hope for the day when the super- 

 stitions, fears and dread of these beautiful and interesting little 

 animals shall vanish forever. 



A Song 



Paul Tewksbury 



Life's not the same since she left me — 

 The skies are not bright as they were; 



The flowers all are faded and sickly — 

 They seem to have bloomed but for her. 



The birds sing no more in the garden 

 In vain did I ask them to stay; 



And even our little canary 



Has been silent since she went away. 



