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down the stones; caring not a pin for Jogee. 

 When a stone came rather near, he watched it and 

 ducked his head; then changed his position, 

 crossing one leg over the other comfortably, and 

 continued eating. He treated me with the same 

 contempt, though I waved a large white umbrella 

 at him, frantically jerking it up and down as high 

 as I could reach. Suddenly looking over his 

 shoulder, with head stretched forward, he stared 

 intently through the leaves at something in the 

 distance. What was it ? A white mushroom hat 

 advancing nearer and nearer ; and under the hat, a 

 gun. 



"Go," I said, trying to reach him with the 

 carriage whip. 



" Go," said Poonia, nearly touching him with a 

 long bamboo. 



"Go," cried the others, with showers of 

 stones. 



"No, don't go," said Jogee, sarcastically. 

 "Wait and see, someone cometh, and he will 

 punish evil-doers." 



The monkey gazed and gazed till the hat and 

 gun were near enough; then he took one flying 



