<p>[NOTE.--I translated a portion of this diary some years ago, and<br />a friend of mine printed a few copies in an incomplete form, but<br />the public never got them. Since then I have deciphered some more<br />of Adam's hieroglyphics, and think he has now become sufficiently<br />important as a public character to justify this publication.--M. T.]</p> <p>Monday ebook</p> <p>This new creature with the long hair is a good deal in the way.<br />It is always hanging around and following me about. I don't like<br />this; I am not used to company. I wish it would stay with the<br />other animals. Cloudy to-day, wind in the east; think we shall<br />have rain. ... Where did I get that word? ... I remember now--<br />the new creature uses it.</p> <p>Tuesday</p> <p>Been examining the great waterfall. It is the finest thing on the<br />estate, I think. The new creature calls it Niagara Falls--why,<br />I am sure I do not know. Says it looks like Niagara Falls. That<br />is not a reason; it is mere waywardness and imbecility. I get no<br />chance to name anything myself. The new creature names everything<br />that comes along, before I can get in a protest. And always that<br />same pretext is offered--it looks like the thing. There is the<br />dodo, for instance. Says the moment one looks at it one sees at<br />a glance that it "looks like a dodo." It will have to keep that<br />name, no doubt. It wearies me to fret about it, and it does no<br />good, anyway. Dodo! It looks no