This was also a full-grown female, and while preparing to carry it home, we found a young one face downwards in the bog.

This little creature was only about a foot long, and had evidently been hanging to its mother when she first fell.

Luckily it did not appear to have been wounded, and after we had cleaned the mud out of its mouth it began to cry out, and seemed quite strong and active.

While carrying it home it got its hands in my beard, and grasped so tightly that I had great difficulty in getting free, for the fingers are habitually bent inwards at the last joint so as to form complete hooks.

At this time it had not a single tooth, but a few days afterwards it cut its two lower front teeth.