LITTLE 

 JOURNEYS 



to approach it. The skeleton of this particular orang 

 can now be seen in the Derby Museum. 

 In a few hours after killing his first orang Wallace 

 heard a peculiar crying in the forest, and on search 

 found a young one, evidently the baby of the one he 

 had killed. The baby did not show any fear at all, evi- 

 dently thinking it was with one of its kind, for it clung 

 to him piteously, with an almost human tenderness. 



Says Wallace : When handled or nursed it was very 

 quiet and contented, but when laid down by itself 

 would invariably cry ; and for the first few nights was 

 very restless and noisy. I soon found it necessary to 

 wash the little mias as well. After I had done so a few 

 times it came to like the operation, and after rolling 

 in the mud would begin crying, and continue until I 

 took it out and carried it to the spout, when it imme- 

 diately became quiet, although it would wince a little 

 at the first rush of the cold water, and make ridicu- 

 lously wry faces while the stream was running over 

 its head. It enjoyed the wiping and rubbing dry amaz- 

 ingly, and when I brushed its hair seemed to be per- 

 fectly happy, lying quite still with its arms and legs 

 stretched out, while I thoroughly brushed the long 

 hair of its back & arms. It was a never failing amuse- 

 ment to observe the curious changes of countenance 

 by which it would express its approval, or dislike, of 

 what was given to it. The poor little thing would lick 

 its lips, draw in its cheeks, and turn up its eyes with 

 an expression of the most supreme satisfaction, when 

 it had a mouthful particularly to its taste. On the other 

 hand, when its food was not sufficiently sweet or 

 palatable, it would turn the mouthful about with its 

 tongue for a moment, as if trying to extract what flavor 



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