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her face in her arms and died. Through her death 

 I lost a great deal of money, but I could not help 

 feeling relieved. She had been so abjectly miser- 

 able and she had seemed so human in her suffering ! 

 I have often wondered if the male had any idea 

 that she was dead. He ceased to improve in health 

 and he became morose. Many days of anxiety fol- 

 lowed; every minute I expected the message that 

 the poor fellow was dying. 



The ship's carpenter built a vat, and we "pickled" 

 the body of the female in salt water. I knew that 

 some natural history museum would be glad to have 

 such a specimen for mounting. We steamed into 

 the harbor at Marseilles with the male still alive, 

 and I thought that there was an even chance of 

 getting him to Antwerp if the people there had fol- 

 lowed my instructions and arranged transportation. 

 An agent met me at the dock. Everything was pre- 

 pared for us, and we lost no time in getting the 

 beast to the train. 



When we reached Antwerp, I felt like standing 

 on the platform and whooping. My job was fin- 

 ished. 



The men from the Gardens took charge and 

 rushed the orang-outang out to the cage that had 

 been built to receive him. We ran the transporta- 

 tion cage up to the door and cut away the bars. 

 The orang-outang came out slowly, like a tired and 

 sick old man. He was not interested in his new 

 surroundings and he pushed away the food that we 



