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course, needed no singing lessons, being a natu- 

 ral bom noise-maker, and I was just on the 

 point of teaching him the American or parrot 

 language, when he died. After this affectionate 

 relationship with a bull-frog, I could never again 

 bring my stomach and conscience into sufficient- 

 ly close friendship to eat frog legs. 



I nearly forgot to tell how I persuaded that 

 frog to count: Holding him, as stated, in the 

 palm of my hand, every time I gently touched 

 him underneath his throat he would say "Bull- 

 lumb," and nobody could detect the movement 

 of my finger. 



Whether one captured in summer time would 

 act so intelligently, or act at all, I leave to the 

 reader to investigate. 



Bull-frogs are killed at night by placing a 

 lighted lantern in the bow of a small boat, and 

 paddling very slowly and as silently as possible, 

 close along the banks of ponds and rivers. They 

 become interested in the light, indeed, are fas- 

 cinated with it; will swim out to examine it, 

 when, by a deft, flat smack with a paddle the 

 frog may be stunned. However, it must be got 



