try as I might, I could make no impression upon even the smallest of those cold gray twigs.
[At this moment two blue-jays in one of the upper branches, who had already been chattering in rather an audible tone, burst into a peal of mocking laughter. A king-bird flew at them, and gave them a good pecking, whereupon they flew away toward the swamp, and the indignant audience settled down again and begged the professor to go on.]
As I picked up a few words of their language, I can inform you that this contrivance was called a "cage" and seemed to have been made for the purpose of retaining such wood-dwellers as might fall into these creatures' power.
Several of the young animals gathered around it and examined me closely, apparently to determine whether I was good to eat. Indeed, the youngest of them—what they call a "Polly"—tried to seize a piece of my tail, but was prevented by the older and greedier ones.
They seemed to think that I was not fat enough to be eaten, for they furnished me a variety of food. Among the things offered were bits of apple, a kind of sweet stone they called "sugar," which was like very clean ice or hard snow, a dusty sort of dry stuff known to them as "crackers" and a few very poor walnuts. Of course I did not feel like eating; but they would not leave me alone. They poked me with bits of stick until, seeing a good opportunity, I bit the young animal called a Polly on the end of one of her soft claws. Then she wanted to hurt me; but a larger one of the animals, known as a "Papa" interfered, and tied a soft white leaf around her claw, probably so that she might not scratch me.
By this time I heard a curious jingling sound, and I was soon left alone.
This jingling sound was evidently of much importance to these
