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Young 
Pai nt ed 
TaJCs 
in sandy 
field 
As Pat was digging a hole fox a pine this afternoon 
his spade turned out three young Painted Tortoises, alive 
hut in a torpid state. They were about as large around as 
silver dollars. Several years ago at about this season or 
a little later Wood, while surveying Denser*’s field, found 
several of these young Tortoises apparently on their way to 
the river. He brought one of them to me and I remember 
that at the time we both thought that they must have just 
come out of the ground. I wonder if all of them remain there 
during their first winter. 
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