IN AFRICAN FOREST AND JUNGLE 



Instead of the chuckle I heard an indistinct sound, 

 and he looked at me in a forlorn way as if to say, " I 

 am very ill." 



I felt his body. It was hotter than the day before, 

 and his pulse beat so quickly that I felt he could not 

 live much longer. 



I shouted to Rogala : " Ndova is very, very ill ; 

 come and look at him ; " and he came. 



"Truly," he said, "Ndova is very, very ill indeed." 



"If Ndova dies," I said, "we lose a very good 

 friend who has been invaluable to us in this forest. 

 Never shall we get another monkey as intelligent." 



In the course of a few days poor Ndova had grown 

 so thin that we could hardly recognize him. His 

 eyes had entirely lost their mischievous expression, 

 and could only give us a blank look. I put a 

 little jacket on him which I made out of a woollen 

 shirt. I made a little bed, shaking the leaves 

 thoroughly, and laid him upon it, and covered him 

 with what was left of the woollen shirt. Then I 

 said : " Ndova, I am going into the forest to get 

 berries for you." 



When I returned I put some berries before his lips, 

 but his mouth did not open to eat them. " Eat these, 

 Ndova," I said to him ; but he only answered me by 

 a look. Before dark I went to say good-night to 



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