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EDITED BY JOHN D. HAMLYN 
No. 5.— Vol. 3. 
LONDON, SEPTEMBER, 1917. 
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HOW I BECAME A NATURALIST. 
By John D. Hamlyn. 
Whilst preparing the material for this inter- 
esting article, I came across the following Press 
Notice from "The Era," January 20th, 1906:— 
"The place looked innocent enough from 
the outside. Harmless little feathered song- 
sters could be seen, and their chirpings were 
distinct enough, even though a window sep- 
arated them from the listener on the pavement. 
But inside — pandemonium ! It seemed as if 
the parrots and cockatoos had divided them- 
selves into two political parties, and had decided 
to screech one another, out of hearing. This 
parrot Parliament allowed small peace of mind 
to the web-footed frogs who lay in tanks under- 
neath the cages of the birds, while the look of 
fear on the face of the trembling fox in the wire 
net-worked box was surely well accounted for. 
No doubt the bark of a hound would be like 
unto sweet music in the ears of Reynard com- 
pared with the ear-splitting nagging of the par- 
rots and cockatoos. 
" English foxes are surelv not pets, Mr. 
Hamlyn?" 
"Oh, we get them for hunting purposes," 
replied the naturalist. We turned our gaze to 
a part of the floor which was covered with tor- 
toises, occasionally languidly stretching out 
their arms and heads from beneath their orna- 
mental carapace. " I have a thousand of them," 
said Mr. Hamlyn. "and they sell at from Is. 
each to £5 each." 
Passing the aviary, which contained the 
romantic, little green lovebirds from Madagas- 
car, we went on to make the acquaintance of 
South African mecrcats, cassowaries from New 
Guinea,a large tortoise weighing 331b. , which 
came from 900 miles inland from Port Eliza- 
beth, and jackals, who treated you to sly, sus- 
picious glances. Beautiful-plumaged pheasants, 
