In Portugall, along the river Tagus, & about Lisbon, certaine it is, that when the westwind blowes, the mares set up their tailes, and turne them full against it, and so conceive that genitall aire in steed of naturall seed: in such sort, as they become great withall, and quicken in their time, & bring forth foles as swift as the wind, but they live not above three yeres.
No less fantastic than this lore from Pliny's Natural History* was the fertilization of rabbits reported before the sober American Philosophical Society last week. Not...
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