You have only to look over such good old books as Williams's "Wild Sports of the East," Campbell's "Old Forest Ranger," Lloyd's "Scandinavian Adventures," and last, but not least, Waterton's "Wanderings," to see what valuable additions to true zoologythe knowledge of live creatures, not merely dead onesBritish sportsmen have made, and still can make.

Captain Waterton, of South American celebrity, as an ornithologist, and who visited North America in his travels, mentions that if you confide your affairs and intentions when questioned, the Americans reciprocate that confidence by relating their own.

But this note was not that solemn and sonorous toll of the Campanese of the mainland which is described by Waterton and others.

Waterton, in his "Wanderings in South America and the Antilles, in 1812-24," relates some stories of so marvellous a character, that, coming from a less authentic source, their truth might be reasonably doubted.

While in the region of Mibri Hill, Mr. Waterton long sought in vain for a serpent of large size, and finally, offered a reward to the negroes if they would find him one.

Mr. Waterton states that he was barefoot, with an old hat, check shirt and trousers on, and a pair of braces to keep them up.

"Look 'ere, Mr. Waterton," he said to the manager.

The following thrilling report is to hand: At Waterton and Paddingloo great crowds continued to board the limited number of West-bound and South-west-bound trains.

You can spend days and not exhaust the study which one little triangular bit of overgrown pasture affords,spend them, not as a naturalist in close, patient study, because to such a one a square yard of moss is as exhaustless as the forests of Guiana to a Waterton, but as a nemophilist, taking simple delight in mere observation and individual discovery.

Mr. Waterton, who tasted the flesh, considered it strong and rank.

Mr. Waterton informs us that he kept a sloth for several months in his room, in order to have an opportunity of observing his motions.

The amiable naturalist, Mr. Waterton, who took especial interest in the habits of the owl, writes thus on the barn owl:"This pretty aerial wanderer of the night often comes into my room, and, after flitting to and fro, on wing so soft and silent that he is scarcely heard, takes his departure from the same window at which he had entered.

A few rare insects were collected by Mr. Emery, whose adventures with snakes bear a great resemblance to some of Waterton's.

Perhaps if he had been further away from it, I might have been tempted to try Waterton's experiment.

"I sent on a large bag to Waterton.

I expect to ride on to Waterton, and there I shall stop for a day or two and decide what section of the country I shall explore next.

"Not nearer than Waterton," he replied; "but we could take you and your machine there in a wagon.

To be dolefully driven to Waterton by that boy!

I did not deem it necessary to refer to the man's offer, to send me and my machine to Waterton in a wagon, and I was just on the point of boldly announcing that I was in no hurry whatever to get on, and that it would suit me very well to wait here for a few days, when the boy burst into the room, one end of his little neck-tie flying behind him.

I can go to Waterton by train and take it with me.

I can have it made all right in Waterton.

Then, when you come back, I will have my man take your machine to Waterton.

She lives in Waterton.

She smiled in gentle derision, and the conductor cried, "All aboard!" I found a vacant seat, and, side by side, Miss Willoughby and I sped on towards Waterton.

Miss Willoughby's residence was but a short distance from the station at Waterton; and as she thought it entirely unnecessary to take a cab, I attended to her baggage, and offered to walk with her to her home and carry her little bag.