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He never burst into a place like a cyclone of hap- 

 piness, but rather, he sort of oozed in and oozed out, 

 his mild brown eyes brimming with gentleness and 

 his tail, that eloquent insignia of canine gladness, 

 wigwagging messages of good cheer. 



In one of the tents of the msungu there was a 

 pet monkey. It had been captured down on the 

 Tana River months before and at first was wild and 

 vicious. As time went by it lost much of its wild- 

 ness and to those it liked was affectionate and 

 friendly. To all others it presented variable moods, 

 sometimes friendly and sometimes unexpectedly 

 and unreasonably hostile. We feared that Little 

 Wanderobo Dog would have some bad moments 

 with the little Tana River monkey, and their first 

 meeting was awaited with keen interest. We 

 thought the monkey would scratch all the gentleness 

 out of the Little Wanderobo Dog's eyes and that 

 the two animals would become bitter enemies. 



But nothing of the sort happened. Little Wan- 

 derobo Dog managed the matter with rare tact. He 

 succeeded in slowly overcoming the monkey's 

 prejudices, then in inspiring confidence, and finally 

 in establishing play relations. It was worth a good 

 deal to see the dog and monkey playing together, 

 the latter scampering down from his tent-pole aery, 

 leaping on the dog, and scampering hurriedly over 

 the latter, with a quick retreat to the invulnerable 

 heights of the tent-pole. Little Wanderobo Dog 

 would allow the monkey to roam at will over his 

 features and anatomy, thereby showing tolerance 



