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As we went on up the ravine we were much 

 excited to find tapir tracks. Tapirs are big, shy 

 animals, not often seen, though their tracks are 

 fairly common. We saw nothing but the tracks. 



Ahead of us came the scolding of a white-faced 

 monkey. We went quietly forward until we saw 

 the trees overhead shaking suspiciously and, 

 looking up through my excellent bird glasses, I 

 found a darlc, doglike back and a long tail. Then 

 the animal turned and I found myself apparently 

 looking into the face of a wrinkled old woman 

 with white forehead and black-penciled eyes. She 

 moved and stood up, evidently as much interested 

 in me as I was in her, and I saw her yellowish- white 

 shoulders. Another larger white-faced monkey 

 that might have been her mate came up and 

 jumped deftly in front of her as if he wanted the 

 best view himself. She looked over his shoulder, 

 while he cocked his head first on one side and 

 then on the other. Soon he jumped hghtly and 

 gracefully over her so that they were sitting side 

 by side, inspecting me from their balcony. Then 

 they silently disappeared among the branches, 

 leaving me with a strong feeling that I had seen 

 something very human. 



These monkeys, called white-throated capuchin 

 monkeys after the hooded Capuchin friars, are 

 the most common of the monkeys about Gatun 

 Lake. They eat more animal than plant food. 

 They are always on the watch for insects, and will 



