14 August 1905 – 20 August 1905

A hot, sultry afternoon, during most of which I was stretched out on the grass beside an upturned stone where a battle royal was fought between Yellow and Black Ants. The victory went to the hardy little Yellows.... By the way, I held a Newt by the tail to-day and it emitted a squeak! So that the Newt has a voice after all.