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guished when I thought of them. I feel as much 

 attachment for Puffy as I possibly could for an 

 intelligent and faithful dog. His crippled wing 

 has probably made him unusually docile and 

 tractable, but, whatever may be the cause of his 

 goodness, he certainly is a model of patience, 

 placidity, and birdly virtue. This, in combina- 

 tion with pluck, which leads him to charge upon 

 and vanquish dogs, cats, and domestic fowls, and 

 a magnanimity which enabled him to roost for 

 weeks alongside of an old hen, will make him 

 worthy of owlish canonization when in good time 

 he is gathered to his fathers. 



(FROM MR. BOLLES' NOTES.) 



March 28, 1893. I took four small mice to 

 the door of the owls' cage. It was a week since 

 the owls had been fed and they were very hun- 

 gry. Fluffy was on a barrel close to the door. 

 I called Puffy, and swung a mouse by its tail 

 so that Fluffy near by, and Prince Edward eigh- 

 teen feet away, could see it. Prince Edward at 

 once flew up to the barrel. I called Puffy again. 

 Then I tossed the mouse into the air and Fluffy 

 caught it, going to the floor with it, and holding 

 it in his mouth until Prince Edward came to 

 him. Then Fluffy poked his head forward qui- 

 etly, and gave Prince Edward the mouse. Puffy 

 then came from the back corner of the cage, 



