OF THE MONKEY TRIBES. 25 



The gentle, melancholy, and timid Marimonda 

 (S. beelzebuth of Humboldt,) will often bite the hand 

 of those he loves, when under the influence of fear. 

 He rarely seeks the shelter of the forest, though 

 inhabiting the wildest portion of the Andes, but will 

 lie exposed to a vertical sun, with his arms folded on 

 his back, and his eye directed upwards, as if he de- 

 lighted to contemplate the majestic orb of day. 



Let us now speak of that luxuriant vegetation, that 

 eternal Spring, those climates varying by stages, as 

 we ascend the vast Cordilleras, the native regions of 

 innumerable wild animals, as well as the Mari- 

 monda, and black Howling Monkeys, which make 

 the woods resound with their lugubrious voices. 

 Stout of heart must that traveller be, who can 

 hear unmoved the loud cries which they delight to 

 utter, echoed from rock to rock, and often from out 

 the depth of untrodden forests ; cries so loud and 

 shrill, that they drown the rushing sound of the 

 torrents, which descend in beautiful cascades, or run 

 through holes in the rocks, that look like stupendous 

 bridges. Unacquainted with the tones of these 

 strange creatures when excited by fear or curiosity, 

 or even by the pleasure of howling in concert, he 

 would conclude that troops of men were hasten- 

 ing from a distance with loud shouts to rush upon 

 him. 



Nature assumes in those solitudes the grandest, 

 and most imposing forms. The rocky pathway is 

 often bordered with a kind of bamboo, called by the 



