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THE STORY OF THE MONKEY. 



The whole crowd yelled and chattered louder than ever, and the croco- 

 dile's mouth opened wider, but he gave no other evidence of eagerness. 



The monkey had nearly reached the bottom of the line when he made a 

 misstep, lost his hold, and fell into the river. 



There was one cry of agony, that was fairly human in its intensity, and 

 the unhappy wight was dragged under the water. The crocodile and his vic- 

 tim had disappeared. 



The chain was immediately broken, the monkeys flew up the tree in ter- 



A GOOD TEMPERANCE LESSON. 



rible haste, their merriment changed to doleful cries, and there they sat 

 wringing their hands and bewailing the fate of their companion. 



In Darfour and Sennaar the natives make a fermented beer of which the 

 monkeys are very fond. Aware of this, the natives go to the parts of the 

 forests frequented by the monkeys, and set on the ground calabashes full of 

 the enticing liquor. As soon as a monkey sees and tastes it, he utters loud 

 cries of joy, attracting his comrades. Then an orgie begins, and in a short 

 time the beasts show all degrees of intoxication. Then the negroes appear. 



