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A NATURALIST ON THE PROWL. 
wind blew hard across the bridge, whistling under and over 
the stone balustrade, and the game was to pop behind this 
shelter and sail close under the 
stone for twenty or thirty yards, 
then to rise suddenly into the gust 
and be blown away like chaff be- 
fore the wind. All the swallows 
knew how to do it and followed 
one another in line. Doubtless 
it goes on to this day, one genera- 
tion teaching another. 
Every Dolphin in the Mediter- 
ranean now knows what fun it is 
to get in front of a steamer, close 
to the bow, and disport itself in the 
turmoil of the cloven water. Even 
the abandoned Crow, like the 
Coster when he’s done a-jumping 
on his mother, finds gentle joy in 
exercises of this kind. In Bombay 
there is a regular Gymnasium 
on the top cf the University 
CLOCK TOWER, BOMBAY 
university library. Tower, where, on a windy day, 
