-•^ The X'oiccs of the W ildcrncss 



A i^artv of these woiKlerfiil cn-,itiircs seems to be in good 

 humour, for their song comes to me in chorus unceasingly, 

 and in rising strength. " Muriih-muruh-muruh-rrrrrrmiih 

 rrrrrrmiih-muriih quoi-quo-quo-quo-rrrr," it sounds, now 

 swelHng strongly out, now gently dying away. These, 

 too, are doomed to death, who now are ^ettinc us hear 

 ilieir primitive song, that in our days may so easily be 



AX ALARUM-TURACO CHIZAFRHIS I.7.UCcC,ASTKA\ IN ITS PLACE OF SAFETY 

 AMONG THE ACACIA THORNS. 



their death-song ; for these monkeys are keenly hunted 

 for the sake of their Ijeautiful fur, and their song often 

 betrays them to the hunter, eager for their spoils. Some 

 poisoned darts, which I find here with points as sharp 

 as needles, and which were once shot with a bad 

 aim at the little monkeys, are e\tdence enough of this. 

 And again 1 hear the great wood ringing and echoing 



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