SHREW-MOUSE--DERIVATION OF ITS NAME--SHREW-ASH--THE SPIRIT AND
THE LIFE--WATER-SHREW--ITS HABITS--THE MOLE--MOLE-HILL--A PET
MOLE--THE WEASEL.
I have already mentioned that the water-rat has little claim to the title
of rat; and there is another creature which has even less claim to the
title of mouse. This is the Shrew, or Shrew-mouse as it is generally
called. This creature bears a very close relationship to the hedgehog,
and is a distant connection of the mole; but with the mouse it has
nothing to do.
[Illustration: SHREW-MOUSE.]
Numbers of the shrews may be found towards the end of the autumn lying
dead on the ground, from some cause at present not perfectly ascertained.
If one of these dead shrews be taken, and its little mouth opened, an
array of sharply-pointed teeth will be seen, something like those of the
mole, very like those of the hedgehog; but not at all resembling those of
the mouse.
The shrew is an insect and worm-devouring creature, for which purpose
its jaws, teeth, and whole structure are framed. A rather powerful scent
is diffused from the shrew; and probably on that account cats will not
eat a shrew, though they will kill it eagerly.
On examining Webster’s Dictionary for the meaning of the word “shrew,” we
find three things.
Firstly, that it signifies “a peevish, brawling, turbulent, vexatious
woman”.
Secondly, that it signifies “a shrew-mouse”.
Thirdly, that it is derived from a Saxon word, “_screawa_,” a combination
of letters which defies any attempt at pronunciation, except perhaps by a
Russian or a Welshman.
Now, it may be a matter of wonder that the same word should be used to
represent the very unpleasant female above-mentioned, and also such a
pretty, harmless little creature as the shrew. The reason is shortly as
follows.
In days not long gone by, the shrew was considered a most poisonous
creature, as may be seen in the works of many authors. In the time of
Katherine--the shrew most celebrated of all shrews--any cow or horse that
was attacked with cramp, or indeed with any sudden disease, was supposed
to have suffered in consequence of a shrew running over the injured
part. In those days homœopathic remedies were generally resorted to; and
nothing but a shrew-infected plant could cure a shrew-infected animal.
And the shrew-ash, as the remedial plant was called, was prepared in the
following manner.
In the stem of an ash-tree a hole was bored; into the hole a poor shrew
was thrust alive, and the orifice immediately closed with a wooden plug.
The animal strength of the shrew passed by absorption into the substance
of the tree, which ever after cured shrew-struck animals by the touch of
a leafy branch.
The poor creature that was imprisoned, Ariel-like, in the tree, was,
fortunately for itself, not gifted with Ariel’s powers of life; and
the orifice of the hole being closed by the plug, we may hope that its
sufferings were not long, and that it perished immediately for want of
air. Still, our fathers were terribly and deliberately cruel; and if the
shrew’s death was a merciful one, no credit is due to the authors of it.
For on looking through a curious work on natural history, of the date
of 1658, where each animal is treated of medicinally, I find recipes of
such terrible cruelty that I refrain from giving them, simply out of
tenderness for the feelings of my reader. Torture seems to be a necessary
medium of healing; and if a man suffers from “the black and melancholy
cholic,” or “any pain and grief in the winde-pipe or throat,” he can
only be eased therefrom by medicines prepared from some wretched animal
in modes too horrid to narrate, or even to think of.
We are not quite so bad at the present day; but still no one with
moderate feelings of compassion can pass through our streets without
being greatly shocked at the wanton cruelties practised by human
beings on those creatures that were intended for their use, but not
as mere machines. Charitably, we may hope that such persons act from
thoughtlessness, and not from deliberate cruelty; for it does really seem
a new idea to many people that the inferior animals have any feelings at
all.
When a horse does not go fast enough to please the driver, he flogs it on
the same principle that he would turn on steam to a locomotive engine,
thinking about as much of the feelings of one as of the other.
Much of the present heedlessness respecting animals is caused by the
popular idea that they have no souls, and that when they die they
entirely perish. Whence came that most preposterous idea? Surely not from
the only source where we might expect to learn about souls--not from the
Bible; for there we distinctly read of “the spirit of the sons of man”;
and immediately afterwards of “the spirit of the beast,” one aspiring,
and the other not so. And the necessary consequence of the spirit is
a life after the death of the body. Let any one wait in a frequented
thoroughfare for only one short hour, and watch the sufferings of the
poor brutes that pass by. Then, unless he denies the Divine Providence,
he will see clearly that unless these poor creatures were compensated in
another life, there is no such quality as justice.
It is owing to sayings such as these, that men come to deny an all-ruling
Providence, and so become infidels. They don’t examine the Scriptures for
themselves, but take for granted the assertions of those who assume to
have done so, and seeing the falsity of the assertion, naturally deduce
therefrom the falsity of its source. If a man brings me a cup of putrid
water, I naturally conclude that the source is putrid too. And when a man
hears horrible and cruel doctrines, which are asserted by theologians to
be the religion of the Scriptures, it is no wonder that he turns with
disgust from such a religion, and tries to find rest in infidelity. In
such a case, where is the fault?
All created things in which there is life, _must_ live for ever. There is
only one life, and all living things only live as being recipients; so
that as that life is immortality, all its recipients are immortal.
If people only knew how much better an animal will work when kindly
treated, they would act kindly towards it, even from so low a motive. And
it is so easy to lead these animals by kindness, which will often induce
an obstinate creature to obey where the whip would only confirm it in
its obstinacy. All cruelty is simply diabolical, and can in no way be
justified.
Supposing that the two cases could be reversed for just one hour, what
a wonderful change there would be in the opinion of men; for it may be
assumed that the person most given to inflicting pain and suffering is
the least tolerant of it himself.
There is, perhaps, hardly one of my readers who does not know some one
person who finds an exquisite delight in hurting the feelings of others
by various means, such as ridicule, practical jokes, ill-natured sayings,
and so on. If so, he will be tolerably certain to find that the same
person is especially thin-skinned himself, and resents the least approach
to a joke of which he is the subject.
So, if the shrew were to be the afflicted individual, and the human the
victim, there would be found no one so averse to the medicinal process as
he who had formerly resorted to it under different circumstances.
This principle is finely carried out, in the terrible scene of Dennis,
the executioner’s, last hours in _Barnaby Rudge_.
These are not pleasant subjects; and we will pass on to another
shrew that is generally found in the water, and called from thence
the Water-shrew. It is a creature that may be found in many running
streams, if the eyes are sharp enough to observe it, and is well worth
examination. As it dives and runs along the bottom of the stream, it
appears to be studded with tiny silver beads, or glittering pearls, on
account of the air-bubbles that adhere to its fur. I have seen a whole
colony of them disporting themselves in a little brooklet not two feet
wide, and so had a good opportunity of inspecting them.
[Illustration: WATER-SHREW.]
I may mention here, as has been done in one or two other works, that
nothing is easier than to watch animals or birds in their state of
liberty. All that is required is perfect quiet. If an observer just sits
down at the foot of a tree, and does not move, the most timid creatures
will come within a few yards as freely as if no human being were within a
mile. If he can shroud himself in branches or grass or fern, so much the
better; but quiet is the chief essential.
It is impossible to form an idea of the real beauty of animal life,
without seeing it displayed in a free and unconstrained state; and more
real knowledge of natural history will be gained in a single summer
spent in personal examination, than by years of book study.
The characters of creatures come out so strongly; they have such
quaint, comical, little ways with them; such assumptions of dignity and
sudden lowering of the same; such clever little cheateries; such funny
flirtations and coquetries, that I have many a time forgotten myself,
and burst into a laugh that scattered my little friends for the next
half-hour. It is far better than a play, and one gets the fresh air
besides.
These little water-shrews are most active in their sports and their work,
for which latter purpose they make regular paths along the banks. And as
to their sport, they chase one another in and out of the water, making as
great a splash as possible, whisk round roots, dodge behind stones, and
act altogether just like a set of boys let loose from the school-room.
And then--what a revulsion of feeling to see a stuffed water-shrew in a
glass-case!
Now for a few words respecting the distant relation of the shrews,
namely, the mole. Of its near relation, the hedgehog, there will not be
time to speak.
Every one is familiar with the little heaps of earth thrown up by the
mole, and called mole-hills. But as the animal itself lives almost
entirely underground, comparatively little is known of it; at all events,
to the generality of those who see the hills. The mole is not often
seen alive; and few who see it suspended among the branches by the
professional killer would form any conception of the real character of
this subterranean animal.
Meek and quiet as the mole looks, it is one of the fiercest, if not the
very fiercest of animals; it labours, eats, fights, and loves as if
animated by one of the furies, or rather by all of them together.
[Illustration: MOLE.]
Intervals of profound rest alternate with savage action; and according to
the accounts of country folks near Oxford, it works and rests at regular
intervals of three hours each.
Useful as these creatures are as subsoil drain-makers, they sometimes
increase to an inconvenient extent, and then the professed mole-catcher
comes into practice, and destroys the moles with an apparatus apparently
inadequate to such a purpose. But the mole is easily killed, and pressure
he cannot survive; so the traps are formed for the purpose of squeezing
the mole, not of smashing or strangling him.
The mole-catchers are in the habit of suspending their victims on
branches, mostly of the willow or similar trees; but their object I could
never make out, nor could they give me any reason, except that it was the
custom.
When a mole is taken out of the ground, very little earth clings to it.
There is always some on its great digging claws; but very little indeed
on its fur, which is beautifully formed to prevent such accumulation. The
fur of most animals “sets” in some definite direction, according to its
position on the body; but that of the mole has no particular set, and is
fixed almost perpendicularly on the creature’s skin, much like the pile
of velvet. Indeed the mole’s fur has much the feel of silk-velvet; and so
the title of the “Little gentleman in the velvet coat” is justly applied.
Those small heaps of earth that are so common in the fields, and called
mole-hills, are merely the result of the mole’s travelling in search of
the earth-worms, on which it principally feeds; and in their structure
there is nothing remarkable.
But the great mole-hill, or mole-palace, in which the animal makes its
residence, is a very different affair, and complicated in its structure.
In it is found a central chamber in which the mole resides; and round
this chamber there run galleries or corridors in a regular series, so as
to form a kind of labyrinth, by means of which the creature may make its
escape, if threatened with danger.
The accompanying cut shows a section of the mole-palace.
[Illustration: MOLE-HILL.]
This palace is formed, if possible, under the protection of large stones,
roots of trees, thick bushes, or some such situation; and is located as
far as possible from paths or roads.
The food of the mole mostly consists of earth-worms, in search of which
it drives these tunnels with such assiduity. The depth of the tunnel
is necessarily regulated by the position of the worms; so that in warm
pleasant days or evenings the run, as it is called, is within a few
inches of the surface; but in winter the worms retire deeply into the
unfrozen soil, and thither the mole must follow them. For this purpose it
sinks perpendicular shafts, and from thence drives horizontal tunnels. It
may be seen how useful this provision is when one thinks of the work that
is done by the mole when providing for its own sustenance.
In the cold months, it drives deeply into the ground, thereby draining
it, and preventing the roots of plants from becoming sodden by the
retention of water above; and the earth is brought from below, where it
was useless, and, with all its properties inexhausted by crops, is laid
on the surface, there to be frozen, the particles to be forced asunder
by the icy particles with which it is filled, and, after the thaw, to
be vivified by the oxygen of the atmosphere, and made ready for the
reception of seeds.
The worms have a mission of a similar nature; but their tunnels are
smaller, and so are their hills. Every floriculturist knows how useful
for certain plants are the little heaps of earth left by the worms at the
entrance of their holes. And by the united exertions of moles and worms a
new surface is made to the earth, even without the intervention of human
labour.
Among other pets, I have had a mole--rather a strange pet, one may say;
but I rather incline to pets, and have numbered among them creatures that
are not generally petted--snakes, to wit--but which are very interesting
creatures, notwithstanding.
Being very desirous of watching the mole in its living state, I directed
a professional catcher to procure one alive, if possible; and after a
while the animal was produced. At first there was some difficulty in
finding a proper place in which to keep a creature so fond of digging;
but the difficulty was surmounted by procuring a tub, and filling it half
full of earth.
In this tub the mole was placed, and instantly sank below the surface of
the earth. It was fed by placing large quantities of earth-worms or grubs
in the cask; and the number of worms that this single mole devoured was
quite surprising.
As far as regards actual inspection, this arrangement was useless; for
the mole never would show itself, and when it was wanted for observation,
it had to be dug up. But many opportunities for investigating its manners
were afforded by taking it from its tub, and letting it run on a hard
surface, such as a gravel-walk.
There it used to run with some speed, continually grubbing with its long
and powerful snout, trying to discover a spot sufficiently soft for a
tunnel. More than once it did succeed in partially burying itself, and
had to be dragged out again, at the risk of personal damage. At last it
contrived to slip over the side of the gravel-walk, and, finding a patch
of soft mould, sank with a rapidity that seemed the effect of magic.
Spades were put in requisition; but a mole is more than a match for a
spade, and the pet mole was never seen more.
I was by no means pleased at the escape of my prisoner; but there was
one person more displeased than myself--namely, the gardener: for he,
seeing in the far perspective of the future a mole running wild in the
garden, disfiguring his lawn and destroying his seed-beds, was extremely
exasperated, and could by no blandishments be pacified.
However, his fears and anxieties were all in vain, as is often the case
with such matters, and a mole-heap was never seen in the garden. We
therefore concluded that the creature must have burrowed under the garden
wall, and so have got away.
Sometimes the fur of the mole takes other tints besides that greyish
black that is worn by most moles. There are varieties where the fur is of
an orange colour; and I have in my own possession a skin of a light cream
colour.
A perpetual thirst seems to be on the mole, for it never chooses a
locality at any great distance from water; and should the season turn out
too dry, and the necessary supply of water be thus diminished or cut off,
the mole counteracts the drought by digging wells, until it comes to a
depth at which water is found.
I should like to say something of the Hedgehog, the Stoat, and other wild
animals; but I must only take one more example of the British Mammalia,
the common Weasel.
[Illustration: WEASEL.]
Gifted with a lithe and almost snake-like body, a long and yet powerful
neck, and with a set of sharp teeth, this little quadruped attacks and
destroys animals which are as superior to itself in size as an elephant
to a dog.
Small men are generally the most pugnacious, and the same circumstance is
noted of small animals. The weasel, although sufficiently discreet when
discretion will serve its purpose, is ever ready to lay down that part of
valour, and take up the other.
Many instances are known of attacks on man by weasels, and in every case
they proved to be dangerous enemies. They can spring to a great distance,
they can climb almost anything, and are as active as--weasels; for there
is hardly any other animal so active: their audacity is irrepressible,
and their bite is fierce and deep. So, when five or six weasels unite in
one attack, it may be imagined that their opponent has no trifling combat
before him ere he can claim the victory. In such attacks, they invariably
direct their efforts to the throat, whether their antagonist be man or
beast.
They feed upon various animals, chiefly those of the smaller sort, and
especially affect mice; so that they do much service to the farmer. There
is no benefit without its drawbacks; and in this case, the benefits which
the weasel confers on farmers by mouse-eating is counterbalanced, in some
degree, by a practice on the part of the weasel of varying its mouse
diet by an occasional chicken, duckling, or young pheasant. Perhaps to
the destruction of the latter creature the farmer would have no great
objection.
The weasel is a notable hunter, using eyes and nose in the pursuit of
its game, which it tracks through every winding, and which it seldom
fails to secure. Should it lose the scent, it quarters the ground like a
well-trained dog, and occasionally aids itself by sitting upright.
Very impertinent looks has the weasel when it thus sits up, and it has
a way of crossing its fore-paws over its nose that is almost insulting.
At least I thought so on one occasion, when I was out with a gun, ready
to shoot anything--more shame to me! There was a stir at the bottom of a
hedge, some thirty yards distant, and catching a glimpse of some reddish
animal glancing among the leaves, I straightway fired at it.
Out ran a weasel, and, instead of trying to hide, went into the very
middle of a footpath on which I was walking, sat upright, crossed
its paws over its nose, and contemplated me steadily. It was a most
humiliating affair.
The weasel has been tamed, and, strange to say, was found to be a
delightful little animal in every way but one. The single exception was
the evil odour which exudes from the weasel tribe in general, and which
advances from merely being unpleasant, as in our English weasels, to the
quintessence of stenches as exhibited by the Skunk and the Teledu. A
single individual of the latter species has been known to infect a whole
village, and even to cause fainting in some persons; and the scent of
the former is so powerful, that it almost instantaneously tainted the
provisions that were in the vicinity, and they were all thrown away.
The Polecat, Ferret, Marten, and Stoat belong to the true weasels; the
Otters and Gluttons claiming a near relationship.