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teresting, much more likely than the supposition 

 that the bird assumed this particular plumage, 

 since it began to breed in these particular 

 places. 



My dog Haali, was so ill to-day, and seemed 

 to be in such pain that 1 thought it best to 

 shoot him, which ceremony was performed 

 behind the bread-house, and he was duly buried. 

 Two other dogs have died in the village of 

 apparently the same disease. He had not 

 taken food of his own will for several days, 

 and his eyes were terribly sunk in his head, 

 and covered with film. 



The cows aren't even let out of the stables 

 yet. How an animal can live for more than 

 half the year in the same stall 1 can't imagine. 



June 6th. To-day was quite a cold day, 

 snoring hard in the morning. The change of 

 wind seems to make all the difference, for when 

 we have a south wind, the days are hotter than 

 the hottest days in England, and the very next 

 day it may be snowing. 



A boy brought in three young Hawk Owls 

 and the mother. They are ripping little birds, 

 and I am having a cage made for them. They 

 are apparently about ten days old, and covered 

 with grey down, some of the wing feathers 

 just appearing. 



