168 Fishing in North Carolina. 



I spent more than two hours a day for a 

 month, watching my frog subjects eat. They 

 are cute creatures. I would catch a lot of horse- 

 flies, remove one wing, and taking several frogs, 

 get down on the ground among them and turn a 

 fly loose. A frog would notice the fly hopping, 

 suddenly turn his head sideways and look at the 

 fly with that eye, and then quickly tiirn the other 

 eye upon the fly to verify the vision; make up 

 his mind as a busiuess proposition, put his ton- 

 gue to work and in goes the fly. He hardly ever 

 missed an opportunity. Of course, any stray 

 fly that lit near enough would go the same way. 



Then again, I would take a small angle woi-m, 

 place it before a frog, and the same quick, comi- 

 cal shake of the head would mean good-bye 

 worm. But whether the tongue alone brought 

 the worm to the mouth I never did verify ; yet, 

 as soon as the worm got there the frog woiild 

 take hold of it with both forefeet or hands and 

 push it into his mouth, much like a squirrel sit- 

 ting on its haimches eats a nut, or a gentleman 

 gnaws green corn off a cob. 



When I put out a big worm, the frog would 



