Something was moving down in the tall river grass of the jungle. I looked at Pedro, but his wrinkled face showed he knew no more than I. Again those tasseled tops of grass waved curiously, but the brooding stillness of the Mexican jungle remained unbroken. Expectantly we waited. It might have been many things. It [...]

When is a toad not a toad? Thus the old riddle might readily be paraphrased, and answered with-”when it is a lizard!” This reply is entirely applicable to the horned lizard, for this creature has been called “horned toad” so long and so often that we nearly forget what it really is. A true toad [...]