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limbs together, galloping, in fact. The Indian Cony, 
on the contrary, walks like a horse, or, applying its 
plantigrade feet as the hear, moves onward like a dog 
trotting. In its gait it waddles rather grotesquely. 
I am describing a living specimen before me, which 
is, as I understand, about eight weeks old, and would 
weigh ten ounces. It is of a dark-brown colour, 
very familiar, and almost affectionate ; gratified by 
kind notice, and utterly void of fear. It sleeps with 
one or other of the children in the house, and eats 
anything which they feed on, vegetables and flesh, and 
it is very fond of salt-fish. If handled by a stranger 
it is more shy, squeaks, and even threatens to bite 
and scratch if displeased, but has scarcely as yet 
proceeded to these extremities. It was taken when 
very young from under a limestone rock on the 
northern ridge of the Carrion Crow Mountains, and 
was raised with little trouble on milk and vegetables. 
It now waddles about the table when permitted, 
picking up crumbs, or any fragments of food, and 
when it can find no more it jumps down without 
fear, although this effort has a very awkward ap- 
pearance. The soles of the feet are black, soft, and 
raspy. It had a respectable moustache, but being 
a little too inquisitive about the flame of a candle, it 
singed these almost entirely off. Though it waddles 
in its common motion, it jumps like a rabbit when 
hurried or impatient. 
The Cony is easily procured, being abundant up 
here [Portland] ; it is inoffensive until attacked ; 
then it becomes as savage as a badger. It ‘ chaws * 
the dogs. The flesh of the young is very good indeed.” 
