94 A Sportswoman in India 



tree to tree, from house to house sometimes a mother, 

 with two young ones clinging to her, a loaf of bread 

 in one hand, a bunch of bananas in her mouth, which 

 she had just " sneaked " from a dining-room. The 

 care they take of their young is most touching. 



Few men can shoot a monkey. I saw one fired 

 at once, with small shot, to drive an obstinate flock 

 of them off a tea plantation. Feeling it had been 

 hit, it rushed straight towards me, stopped, put 

 its paw to the wounded spot, and then held it out 

 to me to see, covered with blood. I was so much 

 grieved that it left an impression never to be effaced. 



Of course monkeys are very troublesome in planta- 

 tions. We met an Englishman who was trying to 

 protect his sugar-cane patch with a great trench and 

 a palisade covered with nails. All to no purpose. 

 He walked down to it one morning to find a row 

 of monkeys seated on the palisade, who, directly he 

 came within reach, spit his own sugar-cane into his face, 

 then climbing down, strolled off, leisurely munching. 

 Such things were not to be borne : our friend chased 

 a flock into a tree, he felled the tree, and caught four 

 or five young monkeys. The parents waited near, 

 in great consternation, anxiously watching while their 

 infants were painted from head to foot with treacle 

 and tartar emetic. Allowed to go, they rushed off 

 into the fond and welcoming arms, and were instantly 

 carried up into the woods, and there assiduously 

 licked clean from top to toe by their affectionate 

 parents. The expected effects followed ; and the 



