looked very pleasantly at me. The Polly and the Papa came and stood looking in, too. Then the larger one said some words to the others, and repeated something like, "Lethimgo."
The Polly said, "Whymama!"
The other said again, "Lethimgo"
Then the cage was picked up and carried out of the hollow and into the field where they lived. Next the Polly worked over one side of the cage until she had made an opening in it.
Strange to say, none of them seemed to notice this opening, and of course I did not call their attention to the oversight. [Laughter.]
I waited until the Polly had run away to where the other creature stood, and then I made a quick jump through the opening, and away I went!
It did not take me long, I promise you, to make my way back to the woods, and since my return I have lived among you as usual.
My observations while in captivity may be summed up as follows:
I should advise you to avoid entering any of those peculiar square, hollow logs known as "traps," as it is much easier to enter them than to escape from them. I am sure few would be clever enough to escape as I did.
If you should be so unfortunate as to find yourself in a "cage,"—which, you remember, is made of hard gray twigs,—bite the soft claws of the creatures who poke you.
Do not eat the strange foods known as "crackers" or "candy" as they do not agree with any but men.
Large men are known as the "Papa" or "Oh-Papa," and the smaller ones as "Polly" or "Bobby." The worst kind, I believe, is the "Bobby," and the best and kindest seems to be the "Why-mama."
These curious creatures all have a means of putting out the
