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then, while they are resting, he has a good oppor- 

 tunity to make his sketches. But, in attempting to 

 follow this policy with Mr. Crowley, I soon dis- 

 covered that I had over-estimated my own capa- 

 bilities and under-estimated his. 



I was locked in the room where Mr. Crowley 's 

 cage extended from one end to the other, and, as 

 there was no audience to embarrass us we had high 

 jinks there for quite a while. I would rush to one 

 end of the room and knock on the floor with my 

 knuckles. Mr. Crowley would tear around on his 

 knuckles and hind feet to that end of the room, 

 availing himself of the flying trapeze, which hung 

 in his cage, to make a giant leap which sent him 

 bang up against the other end of the cage, and then 

 he would get down on his hands and knees to look 

 and see where I had knocked, and listen and pretend 

 to examine the place very carefully. Then looking 

 at me with his comical eyes, his face would assume 

 an expression in which there was discernible an un- 

 deniable grin, which is depicted by the sketch under- 

 neath the one in the northwest corner where he has 

 his face down between his hands; the next in- 

 stant he would scramble over to the opposite end 

 of the cage and reach out and knock on the floor 

 with his knuckles. It was then my time to 

 run and examine the place where Crowley knocked. 

 This and other boisterous sports and games 

 we kept up until I had to strip off my coat and vest 

 and at last fell exhausted against the steam heater, 

 much to the amusement of the ape. 



