WITH FLASH-^LIGHT AND RIFLE 



With the help of the physician in Moschi station, I 

 healed the wound in the head of the animal. For some 

 time I supplied the monkey with his favorite food, 

 fresh leaves and sprouts of the fagara. He refused any 

 other nourishment. At last I coaxed him into eating 

 bananas. I selected the strongest and most capable 

 of my blacks to take care of the "mbega" on our march 

 to the coast. It was a comical sight to observ^e the 

 tall, black fellow marching along, protecting with an 

 improvised parasol his protege, who was tied to him 

 by a leather strap. Once in a while they would have 

 a "falling out." The whole caravan then stopped 

 and looked on, cheering and teasing, until " Feradji 

 Bibi " and his charge had "made up" again. My 

 troubles with the delicate creature were endless. It was 

 not only hard to select suitable food for the monkey — 

 for his favorite fagara did not grow along our route — 

 but he occasionally showed symptoms of fever, which 

 I counteracted by dosing him with quinine. At last I 

 got him safely to the coast and transported him to 

 Berlin, where he lived two years in the zoological gar- 

 dens in the care of my friend Dr. Heck, before he fell 

 a victim to the changed conditions of climate and food, 

 and, no doubt, also to homesickness for his native 

 woods. When I returned to Europe from my fourth 

 journey to East Africa, I had with me three "mbegas," 

 which iny friend Captain Merker had captured for me 

 by cutting down a few trees in which he had noticed 



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