Yet another shake; and the Mouse is down.

The burial follows.
There is nothing new in this experiment; the find has been dealt with just as though it lay upon soil unsuitable for burial.

The fall is the result of an attempt to transport the load.
The time has come to set up the Frog's gibbet celebrated by Gledditsch.
The batrachian is not indispensable; a Mole will serve as well or even better.

With a ligament of raphia I fix him, by his hind-legs, to a twig which I plant vertically in the ground, inserting it to no great depth.

The creature hangs plumb against the gibbet, its head and shoulders making ample contact with the soil.
The gravediggers set to work beneath the part which lies upon the ground, at the very foot of the stake; they dig a funnel-shaped hole, into which the muzzle, the head and the neck of the mole sink little by little.