animals.

Thinking that the goat would like some fresh grass, I went to the lawn,
gathered a large handful, and brought it to the goat.

Not a blade of that grass did she get. I had hardly held the grass to
the bars when Rose flew at it, drove the goat away, and literally tore
the grass out of my hands. Three times did I fetch grass before the goat
was allowed to eat a blade of it. Ever since that time I have always
furnished myself with a good supply of grass before visiting these
animals.

On one occasion I stopped as usual at Bessie's cage, and noticed that
she stared fixedly at the grass. So I said, jokingly:

"Why, Bessy, you cannot want grass. However, here it is if you want it."

So I put my hand into the cage, and was much surprised by seeing her
gently scrape the grass out of my hand with her huge paw. Then she lay
down, gathered the grass between her paws, and licked up every particle
of it.

When she had finished it, she looked appealingly in my face as if asking
for another supply; so I brought a fresh handful, the whole of which she
took in the same dainty way.

Meanwhile Rose was performing the most extraordinary antics at the end
of the room. She had seen me bring in the grass, and naturally imagined
that it was intended for her. What with disappointment, and what with
jealousy, she was simply frantic, barking, yelping, jumping up and down,
scratching at the bars of the cage, and expressing her outraged feelings
in the most ludicrous fashion. Now I always give Bessy her allowance of
grass first, and then take another portion to Rose and the goat.

It is a rather remarkable fact that the carnivora are much more eager
for the grass than are the deer, camels, antelopes and other vegetable
feeders.

As to "Bessy the First," she is so fond of Stratford, and places such
reliance on him, that when she has cubs she will allow him to enter the
cage, take away the cubs and hand them about among the visitors. In
fact, she is quite pleased to see that her offspring attract so much
attention.

Very different is "Bessy the second." She never had a very good temper,
but was not considered to be a very dangerous animal, until an event
occurred which completely altered, or, at all events, had an evil
influence upon her character.

Nearly two years ago, three young lion cubs were in the next cage to
hers. One day she seemed to be seized with a sudden frenzy, smashed the
partition between the cages, flew at t