ButIfindnone，noranyvestigeofany;andstrangestofall，notracks.Ithastoliveontheground，itcannothelpitself;
therefore，howdoesitgetaboutwithoutleavingatrack？Ihavesetadozentraps，buttheydonogood.Icatchallsmallanimalsexceptthatone;animalsthatmerelygointothetrapoutofcuriosity，Ithink，toseewhatthemilkistherefor.Theyneverdrinkit.
ThreeMonthsLaterThekangaroostillcontinuestogrow，whichisverystrangeandperplexing.Ineverknewonetobesolonggettingitsgrowth.
Ithasfuronitsheadnow;notlikekangaroofur，butexactlylikeourhair，exceptthatitismuchfinerandsofter，andinsteadofbeingblackisred.Iamliketolosemymindoverthecapriciousandharassingdevelopmentsofthisunclassifiablezoologicalfreak.
IfIcouldcatchanotherone——butthatishopeless;itisanewvariety，andtheonlysample;thisisplain.ButIcaughtatruekangarooandbroughtitin，thinkingthatthisone，beinglonesome，wouldratherhavethatforcompanythanhavenokinatall，oranyanimalitcouldfeelanearnesstoorgetsympathyfrominitsforlornconditionhereamongstrangerswhodonotknowitswaysorhabits，orwhattodotomakeitfeelthatitisamongfriends;