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A FANTASTIC FLY-CATCHER. 



Come with me into my garden, and I will show you something. 

 Where is my garden? AVhy, it is in Africa, of course; where else 

 should it be? Don't ask foolish questions, but come down to the 

 farther end of the garden, and sit down on this bench, imder the 

 thick green leaves of the cork-tree. Now look at that branch, and 

 tell me what you see on it. "Leaves?" Yes; but what else? 

 " Xothing else? " Why, where are your eyes? Put your finger on 

 that leaf and see — . "Oh! oh! It is alive!" Lideed, it is very 

 much alive. 



That is a chameleon, and a very singular fellow he is. He is a 

 kind of lizard, and — see! Look, how his color changes! He Avas 

 green when we first saw him, and now he is nearly black, with 

 round yellow spots all over him. He can change the color of his 

 dress whenever he pleases, without having to change the dress 

 itself; that is a great convenience. He is so perfectly still you 

 might think him asleeja if it were not for his green, big, round eyes,, 

 which are constantly moving. He can move them in different 

 directions at the same time ; which is more than you can do, or 

 your school-ma'am either. One up and the other down; one 

 forward and the other back; truly, that is the way to use one's 

 eyes. It seems very paltry to be obliged to move both at once,, 

 and in the same direction. Ah! he moves a little, just a very little j 



