WILD LIFE ACROSS THE WORLD 



During the war in German East Africa we had a 

 tame baboon attached to the Naval Air Force, in which 

 I served for a time. She became greatly attached 

 to an air pilot named Brown, who came from Durban. 

 When he went off in the early hours of the morning 

 to bomb Teveta, some fifteen miles away, she used 

 to sit on the bonnet of a Ford car for warmth, and 

 watch and wait for his return. 



She could always spot the returning machine long 

 before anyone else could see it, and as soon as she 

 detected it would turn round and tell me in baboon 

 language that all was well, and that her brave friend 

 was returning. 



A morning came when she sat and watched as 

 usual, but in vain. We heard the bombs explode, 

 but no machine returned. The baboon kept looking 

 round at me, and I knew something was amiss with 

 Brown. Sure enough this was the case. He had been 

 forced to land close by the German forces, but 

 succeeded in escaping and was picked up finally by 

 an Indian scouting party. 



Our patrols afterwards brought him in by car. The 

 baboon was the first to greet him, which she did 

 affectionately and excitedly. Her friend had come 

 back and she was happy. 



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