IN AFRICAN FOREST AND JUNGLE 



detected that the nshiego-mbouves were coming in our 

 direction, and soon after, as we peeped over the trunk 

 of the tree, we saw a female nshiego-mbouve with a 

 black face, then a very young nshiego-mbouve near 

 her. His face was very white, as white as that of 

 any white child. The mother seated herself and 

 nursed the little fellow. It all looked very human. 

 She plucked some fruit, threw away the pulp, then 

 gave the inside to the little fellow, who said, " Whoe, 

 whoe.'* While he was eating this, she ate half a 

 dozen herself. 



She was getting dangerously near, and we ran the 

 risk of being discovered ; then she might, in her fright, 

 disappear in the jungle before we had time to take a 

 good aim and shoot. Looking at Rogala, I raised 

 " Bulldog " and fired. The big nshiego-mbouve fell, 

 and the little fellow ran up a tree, uttering shrill cries 

 of terror. 



I whispered to Rogala : " Now let us get our net 

 ready to throw over the Httle nshiego when he comes 

 down the tree to see his mother." 



We kept perfectly still. Soon the baby nshiego- 

 mbouve came down the tree, and went up to his 

 mother, who was lying dead on her back. He put 

 his nose close to her face and moaned pitifully. He 

 seemed to know that she was dead. Rogala ran up 



