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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 

 l'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. 



