160 WILD LIFE UNDER THE EQUATOR. 
I shall always remember Quengueza. I do love “old 
Quengueza; nor shall I ever forget old Anguilai, the 
Bakalai chief who, when I was so ill, gave the only goat 
he had for me to eat, to make me strong, he said. It was 
the goat that he had laid by for a wife. 
Good Obindji was not behindhand in kindness, and I 
shall never forget friends Querlaouen and Malaouen, and 
I often hope that we may meet again. I wish they 
could know that I often think of them, and that I have 
a heart full of gratitude for all their kindness to me. 
I began now to get stronger and stronger, and was 
soon able to go about with my gun. How glad I was to 
be again able to shoot gorillas, and make collections of 
curious animals and birds to bring with me to New York 
and show them to my friends and tell them how hard I 
had worked to collect them! 
3 I shall never forget that, one day as I lay ill under ~ 
that big tree, I spied an enormous snake folded among 
the branches of another tree not far off from me. My 
attention had been drawn to that tree by the cries of a 
squirrel. I wished some of my men had been with me 
to kill it, so that I might have something nice to eat, 
though I was not very hungry; but there was no man 
with me, only three women who were taking care of me. 
I was not strong enough totake my gun. I was so weak 
that I did not mind having the snake so close to me. 
I will tell you what that squirrel and that snake were 
doing. 
The snake was charming the poor little squirrel. How 
nice the squirrel was! how beautiful his little tail! how 
black and bright seemed his little eyes! His little feet 
were moving onward toward the snake ; his little tail was 
