Then there was the kangaroo with its young ones peeping out of it--a most astonishing animal.

The keeper said that it brought forth two young ones at a birth, and then took them into its stomach again, until they arrived at years of discretion.

Then there was the pelican of the wilderness, (I shall not forget him), with a large bag under his throat, which the man put on his head as a night-cap: this bird feeds its young with its own blood--when fish are scarce.

And there was the laughing hyaena, who cries in the wood like a human being in distress, and devours those who come to his assistance--a sad instance of the depravity of human nature, as the keeper observed.

There was a beautiful creature, the royal Bengal tiger, only three years old, what growed ten inches every year, and never arrived at its full growth.