L.23.P.9 In the big wallaby hunt of the 26th a young one not very long out of the pouch was picked up quite faint among the water pampas where it had avoided the fire. It was dripping wet. When it was brought to camp I shut it up for its night in a kerosene box. Next day tied it up with a rope collar and a short end it was tethered out for 15 minutes. It threw itself wildly about & became very exhausted but soon slept, a few drops of water. It was then returned to the box. Next day it jumped around once more but at once accepted water in a tin. That night it was Tethered out to a stone & the box (with which it was now familiar) we left for a hiding place & shelter. At night under the dim light of a flash light I saw it feeding on some stalks of the hard bladd grass that form all near the clearing. I have been handling it frequently every day & it has gradually ceased to kick & fight & try to bite (it can undoubtedly bite hair) It drinks water freely now. Today I saw that it had dug up the earth of a roughly circular area about 1' feet across & made of the place a sort of form where by day it lies out dozing itself. In fact it lay out flat and showed no little concern when people came near it that I feared it was ill. It comes to life (so to say) about 5 o'clock when the sun gets low & eats grass & fine roots & little bits of other. If a little stir alarmed it now runs & sits on its form instead of bolting into its box as formerly. I'm calling it Mack (macropus). It no longer leaps wildly at the end of its string, only making its neck each time. I fancy it would make a good house mouse.