With Flashlight dwd Rihc ^ 



exhausted in the same way. A tax has lately been levied 

 on every monkey killed. This is \'ery commendable, but 

 who will enforce the regulation ? 



During my expeditions through the mountain-forests, 

 I often found poisoned arrows as thin as knitting-needles. 

 They had been used by the natives in hunting the mbega, 

 and had been lost. It was merely for the monetary value 

 of these monkeys that the natives killed them. 



Before the European invasion the natives only killed 

 the mbega to use its fur as a foot-ornam_ent for the Masai 

 Ol Morani. In former years people often made attempts to 

 secure the young of these beautiful monkeys and to convey 

 them to Europe. However, all these efforts were in vain — 

 the sensitive character of this solitary monkey made them 

 impossible. The young did not grow to their proper size, 

 and if they got as far as the sea, or at best to the 

 European coast, it was but to die. 



For these reasons I determined to procure an old 

 animal. I succeeded, none too easilv, in oetting hold of 

 an old male by means of a shot which grazed its head ; 

 but now my troubles began in earnest. The monkey 

 resolutely refused any kind of food. The care of the 

 wound in its head was by no means pleasant. The animal 

 kept trying to get its arms round the attendant, grunting 

 angrily and biting fiercely at him the while. Later the 

 doctor of the station helped me to dress this wound, and at 

 lenofth it healed. 



Meanwhile I had managed to get the animal some 

 fagara leaves and tendrils which I knew were its chief 

 food. Whenever these leaves were at all withered, the 



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