IN AFRICAN FOREST AND JUNGLE 



became silent. The neck of the mandrill had been torn 

 to pieces. The rage of Andekko was so great that it 

 took me quite a while to make him loose his hold. 



The mandrill was dead, but poor Andekko was 

 a terrible sight. I said to him : " Andekko, you are a 

 brave and fearless dog." Then I tore some strips 

 from my shirt and bandaged his wounds to stop their 

 bleeding. He had great difficulty in following me, 

 he was so weak. I walked very slowly. At last we 

 reached the camp, and it was hard to make him go 

 through the aperture made in the fence for him to go 

 out and come in at. My hunters had returned, and 

 we all felt sorry for poor Andekko. He seemed 

 utterly dejected. We made a bed of dry leaves for 

 him to lie upon, and boiled some monkey meat for 

 him. But when it was done and offered to him, he 

 refused it. Poor Andekko had the fever, like Ndova, 

 and, like Ndova, he lingered but a short time. We 

 made a grave for him outside of the camp at the foot 

 of a tree, and we buried him there. 



I cut upon the bark with my knife : 



HERE LIES 



ANDEKKO THE BRAVE 



A FAITHFUL DOG 



TO HIS DEATH 



I 80 



