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with his
cousin Farley Storrow ‘at bottles in the closet.
Broke 5.’
He also speaks of ‘shooting with same at a phrenological bust.
Smashed!’
Later he wrote to a friend,—--
It is dreadful to me to see a woman kill an insect.
Although his strong aversion to giving pain kept him from joining shooting expeditions when older, he says in his youthful journal:—
Went to shoot peeps with Thacher's gun. Something was the matter with the gun, however.
It would not go. In the evening F. and I fired at a mark in a field, with pistols.
He was fond of visiting the
Botanic Gardens (a habit he never abandoned), and was president of the college Natural History Society.
Such notes as these often occur in his journals—
Caught a little green snake and afterwards killed and preserved it.
Skeletonizing a toad.
Talking with Dr. Harris, I was seized with a larva-mania and hunted for them.
Obtained a variety of ugly worms which I am going to keep through vacation till they turn to chrysalises.
I feel more entomological than oratorical just now.
Tried to draw some insects—particularly a beautiful Papilio Philenor Harris had given me. Succeeded quite well.
