The telegraph resounds at every post . . . In Stow’s wood, by the Deep Cut, hear the gnah gnah of the white-breasted, black-capped nuthatch . . .

  F. Brown, who has been chasing a white rabbit this afternoon with a dog, says that they do not run off far,—often play round within the same swamp only, if it is large, and return to where they were started. Spoke of it as something unusual that one ran off so far that he could not hear the dogs, but he returned and was shot near where he started. He does not see their forms, nor marks where they have been feeding.