CHAPTER XIII 



ndova's thoughtfulness — his winning and sport- 

 ive WAYS — HE FEELS LONELY AND CALLS FOR 

 OTHER MONKEYS TO COME TO HIM — A TROOP OF 

 ELEVEN APPEAR — I FRIGHTEN THEM AWAY 



1 REMAINED all alone in the camp one day 

 while my hunters had gone hunting. Andekko 

 had gone with them. Everything was very quiet. 



Ndova was very still and was thinking. There 

 was no mistake about it. His face showed it; his 

 eyes showed it. He had a wonderful and thought- 

 ful expression of sadness which went right to my 

 heart. 



I wondered if he was sorry for his lot among us ; 

 if he thought that he would be better off in the forest 

 with his own folk. Perhaps poor Ndova wanted a 

 mate to live with him. All I could tell, when I 

 looked at him, was that he seemed supremely sorrowful. 

 " What a pity," I said to myself, " that I cannot speak 

 or understand the ndova talk, for I could then by 

 talking to him find out what is the matter." Then I 

 wished I could understand the language of all the 

 monkeys of the forest. I knew about nine different 



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