ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY BULLETIN 
These much-needed additions are at present in 
abeyance owing to lack of funds, as the high 
prices of foodstuffs (produce mainly) during 
the last four years have made it impossible to 
continue the expansion of the institution. It is 
to be hoped that conditions will soon change, 
so that the National Zoological Gardens may 
continue their successful career. 
As this article has been written mainly for 
American the writer the 
opportunity without acknowledging his 
great indebtedness to the American naturalists 
for their wonderful hospitality and willing 
assistance to him during his recent visits to 
New York, Philadelphia and Washington. This 
tour always will remain fresh in his memory 
as one of his most pleasant recollections. 
readers, cannot let 
pass 
ALBINO AFRICAN PORCUPINE 
HIMALAYAN POPPY FIELDS 
Re. grow downwards, stems, flowers and 
fruit upward—a law which plants have 
worked out in conjunction with light, mois- 
ture and gravitation. So in a land which is all 
on edge, where mountain follows mountain, and 
valley upon valley like arrested waves of a trou- 
bled sea, something unusual must be done if 
one would have fields of wheat or poppies or 
rice. Such a land is the valley of the Jumna, 
below Lakhwar, in the foothills of the Western 
Himalayas, and there I turned in my saddle 
one day and photographed a hillside. My object 
was a band of monkeys which were slipping 
from terrace to terrace, and which proved invis- 
ible in the film. But the labor of generations 
of the hill folk was a worthy recompense. If 
a great giant should stride along the bed of 
the tumbling river and suddenly decide to mount 
to the summit of the range on either side, he 
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CRAWSHAY ZEBRA 
would find ready to his feet mighty steps, first 
of brilliant poppies, then of yellow-green wheat. 
Into the hard-turfed mountain sides, the patient 
natives have etched field after field, banked with 
broken filled with fertile from the 
lowest slopes to the crest. Later on I left my 
horse and the trail and clambered to the crest 
of the ridge at the meeting place of two valleys 
and there at the very top I found in a tiny 
niche the last and the highest field. It was 
formed by nine large stones, jammed closely to- 
gether; it was six inches in diameter and four 
heads of wheat were sprouting from it, and I 
thought of the tremendous wheat fields in our 
western states, and I wondered what would 
happen to the world if these Asiatics ever devel- 
oped their unending patience and resources of 
mind along lines which would make demands on 
the world beyond their borders. W. B. 
rock, soil, 
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