OUR FOUR-HANDED RELATIVES. 3 I 



his Buddhistic countrymen, and I have seen him over- 

 haul a large medicine-chest in search of a little vial with 

 tamarind jelly. He remembered the shape of the bottle, 

 for he rejected all the larger and square ones, and after 

 piling the round ones on the floor began to hold them 

 up against the light and subdivide them according to the 

 fluid or pulverous condition of their contents. Having 

 thus reduced the number of the doubtful receptacles to 

 something like a dozen and a half, he proceeded to scru- 

 tinize these more closely, and finally selected four, which 

 he managed to uncork by means of his teeth. Number 

 three proved to be the bonanza bottle, and, waiving all 

 precautions in the joy of his discovery, Prince Gautama 

 left the medical miscellanies to their fate and bolted into 

 the next room to enjoy the fruits of his enterprise in his 

 favorite corner. A dog's nose might have saved him all 

 that trouble ; but no dog in the world could have devised 

 a plan of simplifying the investigation in default of his 

 physical senses. 



Neither a dog nor a monkey is naturally a nest-build- 

 ing animal, and on a cold day a terrier would content 

 himself with crawling into a warm Gorner; but Buddha 

 has noticed that the sun of my hearth is apt to wane in 

 the eleventh hour, and obviates that contingency by col- 

 lecting all the loose rags and papers he can lay his hands 

 on whenever the state of the weather threatens a cold 

 nieht. As a last resort he offers his enemies a truce 

 and bundles in with one of the dogs, — with the poodle 



