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August 15

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 today and it emitted a squeak! So that the Newt has a voice after all.