158 AUGUST 



" Well, Poonia, I don't think you will ever meet 

 with anything worse than yourself in the garden, so 

 don't be afraid." 



A civet cat has been seen again, up a tree, 

 watching the pigeons. The other night the dogs 

 caught it in a drain. I could not think whatever it 

 was, giving out such a piercing yell, and the master 

 went out with a stick, and caused the dogs to let 

 go. Then, as it bounded away, we saw it was a 

 civet cat. A year or two ago, six at a time, one 

 after another, ran along the top of the wall 

 flourishing their long bushy tails, banded with 

 yellow and black. They have sharp noses and 

 tiny paws for their size, with very sharp black 

 claws. 



The Professor caught one with the aid of the 

 dogs, and skinned it, and set up the head, paws, 

 and tail, on a board for the decoration of his room, 

 in company with the 7-foot- 10 rat snake, and a few 

 other choice articles. 



When he and the C. S. were tiny boys, I took 

 them to see an orphanage school treat. After 

 inspecting the lines of motherless children, sitting 

 at tables whereon were plates of cakes and oranges, 



