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Isaak Walton’s love of Birds 181 “ Seeing the Lions *...212 A Visit to “ The White- The Lion on Northumber-horse” Hill, Berkshire. 182 land House 21? . 214The White Horse....183 Wild Beast Shows—Lions The Manger 184 Wombwell’s Menagerie.. 215 “ Currant Jelly ”....185 Performing Elephants..216 Dimensions of the White Mr. Jamrach’s Rhinoceros. 217

Horse.186 Sensation of Camel-riding. 218 Scouring the Horse...187 The Lion-slayer....219 Supposed origin of the Horse 188 Malformation in young Lions 220 “ War on the Hill ”...189 Performing Lions....221 The Dragon’s blood...190 A sham red-hot Poker..222 A real Danish Victory..191 Rung Jung’s Excuse... 223 Lions at the Zoological Gar- Crockett’s Performances. 224 Lions at large in a Theatre 225 dens....... 192 Animals as National Em- A Stable-keeper killed in a blems 193 Theatre...... 226 The Voice of the Lion..194 “ Jarvey’s ” Wounds... 227 Antelope Stalking....195 Three powerful Blows..228 Lions roaring after their The “Pat” of a Lion’s paw 229

Prey.196 Man’s power over Animals. 230 The Kitchen at “The Zoo” 197 Kopiski, the Lion Tamer. 231 The Dinner-hour....198 Freemasonry between Men Affectation of Indifference. 199 and Animals.... 232 Cocksedge and his Wheel- The Lion a big Cat...233 barrow 200 Kopiski’s Performances.. 234 The Dead Lion....201 Sir Edwin Landseer’s The Verdict 202 Lions 235-40 The Dissection 203 Tigers 241 Anatomy of the Lion.. 204 Packing up a Tiger... 242 The Whiskers of Animals. 205 A laughable Dilemma.. 243 The Tongue of the Lion. 206 “ Not caught yet ”.... 244 The Lion’s mythical Tail- Letting the Cat out of the claw 207 Bag 245 Tail-lashing...,.208 The Runaway Tiger... 246 Homer, On the Lion... 209 Jamrach and the Runaway The Tip of the Lion’s Tail. 210 Tiger....... 246 Lions of various Colours. 211 A Boy seized by a Tiger. 247

THE THIRD SERIES. Xll)

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The Rescue 248 Physiognomy of the Fox. 276 A Lion killed by a Tiger. 249 An American Fox-hunt..277 Colonel Ramsey’s Tiger.. 250 How to Track a Fox...278 “ The Intrusion ”....251 Footprints of Animals..279 How many Lives has a Tiger? 252 A Fox swallowing his Foot 280 Dimensions of Colonel Ram- Unnatural Taxidermy.. 281 sey’s Tiger 253 Cub Foxes 282 Waylaying the Postman. 254 Rearing Foxes by hand..283 A Man-eating Tiger... 255 Lady Hornby’s tame Jackal 284 The Tiger’s Coat....256 A “ Post mortem ” on Fox Markings on the Tiger’s face 257 Cubs 285 Queries and Answers rela- “ The Babes in the Wood'’. 286 tive to Tigers....258 Curious old Sign-boards 287, 288 The Average Weight of Animal Worship of the Eng-

Tigers 259 lish 289 How to ascertain a Tiger’s Fox-hunting Supper... 290 weight 260 Anecdote of an Oxford Don 291 A Sacred Tiger....261 The Don relieved.... 292 Geographical range of the My Adventures and Jour-

Tiger 262 neys with Porpoises..293 The Long-haired Tiger..263 Physicking a Porpoise..294 The Fossil Tiger (Felis spe- Dressing the Porpoise’s loea) 264 Wounds 295 Varieties of Tigers and Leo- Temperature of a Porpoise’s pards 265 Breath 296 Whiskers andClaws ofTigers 266 Death and Dissection of the Indian Superstitions..267 Porpoise. 297 Medicinal virtues of Tigers’ Barbarities of Fishermen. 298 fat 268 Invitations to Porpoises. 299 Excreta of Animals as Drugs 269 Porpoise No. 2 300 The Hysena’s Tongue..270 Porpoise No. 3 301 Collar-bones ofthe Tiger 270,271 Respiration of the Porpoise 302 The Tiger’s Clavicle imper- Writing to the “ Times ”. 303 fect 272 Thackeray’s Elegy on the Effects of Valerian on Porpoise 304—

Tigers 272, 273 A startling Telegram..307 Effects ofValerian onSkunks 274 The Blackpool “Whale”. 308 Foxes 275 The “ Whale ” a sell... 309

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Judy Downs’s Porpoise..310 Habits of the Turkish Wolf- Our sixth Porpoise...311 dogs. 325 Stopping Haemorrhage..312 Arslan, Danny, and the Cat 326 The Porpoise in the Train. 313 Arslan brutally Wounded. 327 In the Tunnel 314 Arslan takes John for a Walk 328 A Vesuvian dropped on the The Albanian Sheep-dogs. 329

Porpoise 315 “Justifiable Canicide”.. 330 Tempting the Porpoise to Brought to Bay by an Alba-eat 316 nian Dog 331 “ Cramming ” the Porpoise 317 Albanian Dogs no Cowards 332 The Porpoise takes leave of Arslan’s Dimensions..333 us 318 How to Loosen the Gripe of Verses on the Porpoise 319—322 a Dog 334 The Turkish Wolf-dog, Arslan and the Organ-

“Arslan” 323 grinder 335 “ Arslan ” 324 Epitaph on a Dog...336

APPENDIX.

Bathing little Children in Fossil Elephant in England 341 the Sea..... 337 Effects of Shot on Fish. 341 Sleep of Pish.... 338 Enormous Jack,.. 345 Wanton Destruction of Sea Monster Pike at Esher. 346

Birds 339 Anatomy of the Porpoise. 347 A wild Elephant at Home 340 Fishing for Porpoises.. 351

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

Robinson Crusoe of Portsmouth.. Frontispiece,

How Jack took ms Medicine.. to face page 91

Execution of Chunie. • 120

“ The Lions roaring after their Prey o seek their Meat from God ”.. to face page 196

The Monarch lying in State. „ 203

The Porpoise 294

ROBINSON CRUSOE AT PORTSMOUTH.

One fine warm day in the summer of 1863, being tired out with the heat of London and incessant work, I stretched myself out upon the shingle near Southsea Castle, and was soon dozing in the sun. I was ere long awoke by hearing the splash of an oar, and jumping up hastily, saw, good reader, the scene which, by the aid of the pencil of Mr. Hyde Briscoe, the artist, I am now enabled to reproduce. I observed a little way from the shore a queer-looking old man sitting in the smallest boat that could contain a human frame, and gazing fixedly at me. This old man’s face was browned by long exposure to the sea-breeze; his grizzled hair, like bunches of seaweed, hung loosely about from under his cap; his dress consisted principally of rags of old blue sailor’s cloth, and he had but one hand, with which he sculled his boat, which contained his rude tackle and himself.

Notwithstanding his dress and turn-out, the old man j s£n. hi. B

countenance was beaming with intelligence, and from under his well-formed forehead brightly gleamed two telescopic-looking eyes, indicating an observant and reflecting mind, showing that (as I afterwards found out) he was no ordinary person.

“By Jove!” said I, “well, I am lucky; here’s Neptune himself! I never thought I should have had this chance. Good morning, my friend.” “ Morning, sir, ” said he with a touch of his old sea

cap. “ What have you been after, if I may ask?” u Pout* fishing, sir, all night, and terrible bad luck of it I’ve had, the tide was so cruel strong and the water was so slobby, that I only ketched a few pouts. But I lost such a lobster! I hauled him up alongside, and I got hold of his claw; but it was so big I could not grasp master Lobster with my one hand; and he was well hooked too, but he give a jerk and a kick and dragged the hook straight, and he went down starn foremost thinking he had been plenty high enough up. Ah! he was a fine lobster, he was all twelve pounds, and worth four shillings to anybody.” “ But what have you done with your other hand?”

said I. “ Oh I lost him too,” answered my friend.

Whiting-pout.

u Did you lose him just now?” “ No, sir. I lost him thirty years ago, when I was in His Majesty’s service as captain of the foretop on board ’ frigate, off Cape Horn, on the coast of Peru.the 4 Hind I got him jammed between two water casks, and the doctor took the slack of him off.” “ What’s your name?” “ Well, my right name is George Butler, but they i Robinson Crusoe ’ about these parts.”call me

I bought his pouts, and proceeded to examine his boat, which he paddled ashore. Robinson Crusoe told me he had given a sovereign for her seven years ago. Such a boat it was!—more like in size and shape the half of a house water-butt than a boat: so rotten too, that a good kick would have sent it into a thousand pieces. The planks were started in many places, and there were great holes in the sides, mended with bits of old canvas, leather, and tin nailed over them. The bottom was covered with sea grass and shells; yet in this boat old Robinson Crusoe faces weather in which no ordinary boat would live; he has no fear of the waves. “ I thinks the waves knows me, sir,” said he; “ they never hurts me and my boat. We swims over their tops like an egg-shell, and I am out a-hshing all weathers, particular when a storm bates a bit, because then the water thickens, and the fish bites. My boat never ships a drop of water, not so much as there is rum in this ’ere

rum bottle.” The old man winked as he said this. “If I was a rich man, and got a thousand a year, I would still go out a-fishing, for I likes the sport; and I’d go to Greenwich Hospital, but then I’d lose my fishing. I am a very poor man, but I must have my fishing. I generally goes out of a night and fishes all night; but its terrible cold at times at night, and then I rigs up my hurricane house. I gets under my old tarpaulin and lies as snug as may be. And the ships sees me better because I looks like a buoy, and keeps clear of me. I never mind rough weather; but it’s the fog as is so deceiving. One morning I was off the Spit, when I thought I saw a man in a boat coming; I paddled up to it and found it was only a bottle cork as was floating with the tide, and at that time a wine bottle floating in

the fog looked like a seventy-four. I saved the Irish steamer coming from London the other day when the fog was terrible thick. She was coming into Portsmouth, and I was fishing at the mouth of Langston harbour when I hears her paddle-wheels a-coming. I halloes to her as how she was going stem on to the Lumps Pocks, and so she would have, if it had not been for me; but they never gave me nothing at all for saving of them. It’s much more lonely at night now than when I had my Puddles along with me.” “ Puddles! what’s that?”

f Robin - It’s my cat, sir, and that’s why they call me son Crusoe,’ ’cause of my boat and my cat. He was the wonderfullest water cat as ever come out of Portsmouth harbour was Puddles, and he used to go out a-fishing with me every night. On cold nights he would sit in my lap, while I was a-fishing, and poke his head out every now and then, or else I would wrap him up in a sail, and make him lay quiet. He’d lay down on me when I was asleep, and if anybody come he’d swear a good one, and have the face off on ’em if they went to touch me; and he’d never touch a fish, not even a little teeny pout, if you did not give it him. I was obligated to take him out a-fishing, for else he would stand and yowl and marr till I went back and catched him by the poll and shied him into the boat, and then he was quite happy. When it was fine he used to stick up at the bows of the boat and sit a watching the dogs (t.e. dogfish). The dogs used to come alongside by thousands at a time, and when they was thick all about he would dive in and fetch them out jammed in his mouth as fast as may be, just as if they was a parcel of rats, and he did not tremble with the cold half as much as a Newfoundland dog: he was used to it. He looked terrible wild about the head when he come up out of the water with the dog-fish. I larnt him the water myself. One day when he was a kitten I took him down to the sea

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