THE HIPPO POOL 



him in a little thorn ravine all by himself, a fact that 

 perhaps indicates that his mother had been killed, 

 or perhaps that he, like a good little Funny Face, was 

 merely staying where he was told while she was 

 away. At any rate he fought savagely, according 

 to his small powers. We took him ignominiously 

 by the scruff of the neck, haled him to camp, and 

 dumped him down on Billy. Billy constructed him 

 a beautiful belt by sacrificing part of a kodak strap 

 (mine), and tied him to a chop box filled with dry 

 grass. Thenceforth this became Funny Face's cas- 

 tle, at home and on the march. 



Within a few hours his confidence in life was re- 

 stored. He accepted small articles of food from our 

 hands, eying us intently, retired and examined 

 them. As they all proved desirable, he rapidly came 

 to the conclusion that these new large strange mon- 

 keys, while not so beautiful and agile as his own 

 people, were nevertheless a good sort after all. 

 Therefore he took us into his confidence. By next 

 day he was quite tame, would submit to being picked 

 up without struggling, and had ceased trying to take 

 an end off our various fingers. In fact when the 

 finger was presented, he would seize it in both small 

 black hands; convey it to his mouth; give it several 

 mild and gentle love-chews; and then, clasping it 

 with all four hands, would draw himself up like a 



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