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exasperated jumps and screams if the stranger should 

 decline the trust. One night I lost a little bonnet- 

 macaque, together with a pet squirrel, and thought I 

 had seen the last of them, as they had both been bitten 

 by a savage cur whose owner had entered the garden- 

 house by mistake. The squirrel had escaped to the 

 woods, and never returned ; but the next morning, as I 

 was going toward the town, I saw my little macacus 

 sitting in the middle of a cross-road, Micawber-like, 

 waiting for something to turn up. The moment he saw 

 me coming he made for me, but hearing a wagon ap- 

 proach from the other side, he turned around, jumped 

 aboard, and took a seat by the side of the astonished 

 driver. It was evidently not a case of personal attach- 

 ment, but of philanthropy in general : like Madame de 

 1'Enclos, he loved man in abstracto. 



Billy Hammock, a mountain-squatter near White Cliff 

 Springs, Tennessee, and supposed to be the champion 

 fawn-catcher of his native State, informed me that most 

 of his speckled pets had been caught by his little son 

 in the huckleberry season, i.e., quite incidentally. It 

 puzzled me how the little lad could have brought them 

 home from the distant mountain-ranges he mentioned as 

 his chief hunting-grounds, till he assured me that they 

 followed him, after having been carried for a quarter of a 

 mile or so; and, judging from the importunate tameness 

 of an all but new-born specimen, I had no reason to 

 doubt his statement. 



