THE HIPPO POOL 



bwana have been very kind to me to-day, though I 

 don't remember precisely how. But I certainly do 

 love them!" 



We cut good sized holes on each of the four sides 

 of their chop box to afford them ventilation on the 

 march. The box was always carried on one of the 

 safari boy's heads: and Funny Face and Darwin 

 gazed forth with great interest. It was very amus- 

 ing to see the big negro striding jauntily along 

 under his light burden; the large brown winking 

 eyes glued to two of the apertures. When we ar- 

 rived in camp and threw the box cover open, they 

 hopped forth, shook themselves, examined their 

 immediate surroundings and proceeded to take a 

 little exercise. When anything alarmed them, such 

 as the shadow of a passing hawk, they skittered 

 madly up the nearest thing in sight tent pole, tree, 

 or human form; and scolded indignantly or chittered 

 in a low tone according to the degree of their terror. 

 When Funny Face was very young, indeed, the 

 grass near camp caught fire. After the excitement 

 was over we found him completely buried in the 

 straw of his box, crouched, and whimpering like 

 a child. As he could hardly, at his tender age, have 

 had any previous experience with fire, this instinctive 

 fear was to me very interesting. 



The monkeys had only one genuine enemy. That 



