ANOTHER NEWT STORY. 



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which had never left the cowhouse, and was at the 

 opposite end of the farm-yard, separated by a barn 

 and several gates. But all was useless. 



" There are the newts, and there is the dead calf ! " 

 was the answer ; and so the newts had to go. How- 

 ever, I would not suffer them to be killed, but put 

 them into a bag and took them back to the pond 

 whence they had come. 



Afterwards the proprietor said that the calf died 

 because its mother had drunk at the trough in which 

 the poisonous newts were. 



Now, the funniest part of the story is, that there 

 was not a horse-pond that did not swarm with efts, 

 and consequently all the foals and calves ought to 

 have died. Only they didn't. 



The care which the female newt takes in deposit- 

 ing her eggs is very remarkable. 



THE FEMALE NEWT. 



Each egg is taken separately, and by the aid of 

 the fore-paws is regularly tied or twisted up in the 

 leaves of dead plants, for which process different 



