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immediately and fired where I knew the body must be. 

 The animal, wounded but not killed, fell heavily to the 

 ground, but almost at once started toward a neighboring 

 tree, from which Thursday and a Dyak headed him off. 

 Although badly wounded, the brute would have been more 

 than a match for them both, had not a second shot from 

 me ended the struggle. 



It proved to be a fully grown female, and a tiny young 

 one was clinging to her in terror. Had I known this cir- 

 cumstance I should not have harmed her, but it was too 

 late then to make any difference. The little fellow trem- 

 bled in every limb when Thursday brought him to me, 

 and, in spite of my caresses, would not be reassured. But 

 the more difficult it seemed to do anything with him, the 

 more I resolved to succeed, and remembering my expe- 

 rience with the young gorilla, I set about devising some 

 way of feeding him. I started the Dyak off in search 

 of a goat, and told him not to return until he found one. 

 Meanwhile I mixed sugar, bread, and water together, and, 

 although at first he declined it energetically, he soon 

 sucked it from my finger with a decided gusto. It 

 proved, however, too strong food for so young a stomach, 

 and I was just beginning to think he would die on my 

 hands, when the Dyak, followed by a Chinaman and a 

 goat, came into camp. The Chinaman should have been 

 a Jew, so sharp was he at trading ; but finally, after pre- 

 tending that I cared nothing whatever about his goat, and 

 after long haggling on his part, starting at one hundred 



