4360 THE ZooLocist—Marcn, 1875. 
when men hear them they go to the sokos, but sokos never go to 
men with hostility. Manyuema say, “Soko is a man, and nothing 
bad in him.” ‘They live in communities of about ten, each having 
his own female; an intruder from another camp is beaten off with 
fists and loud yells. If one tries to seize the female of another, he 
is caught on the ground, and all unite in boxing and biting the 
offender. A male often carries a child, especially if they are 
passing from one patch of forest to another over a grassy space ; 
he then gives it to the mother.—Last Journal, vol. ii., p. 52. 
Young Soko.—Katomba presented a young soko or gorilla that 
had been caught when its mother was killed; she sits eighteen 
inches high, has fine long black hair all over, which was pretty so 
long as kept in order by her dam. She is the least mischievous of 
all the monkey tribe I have ever seen, and seems to know that in 
me she has a friend, and sits quietly on the mat beside me. In 
walking, the first thing to be observed is that she does not tread on 
the palms of her hands, but on the backs of the second line of 
bones of the hand: in doing this the nails do not touch the ground, 
nor do the knuckles; she uses the arms thus supported crutch- 
fashion, and hitches herself along between them: occasionally one 
hand is put down before the other, and alternates with the feet, or 
she walks upright and holds up a hand for any one to carry her. 
If refused, she turns her face down and makes grimaces of the 
most bitter human weeping, wringing her hands, and sometimes 
adding a fourth hand or foot to make the appeal more touching. 
Grass or leaves she draws round her to make a nest, and resents 
anyone meddling with her property. She is a most friendly little 
beast, and came up to me at once, making her chirrup of welcome, 
smelled my clothing, and held out her hand to be shaken. I slapped 
her palm without offence, though she winced. She began to untie 
the cord with which she was afterwards bound, with fingers and 
thumbs, in quite a systematic way, and on being interfered with by 
aman looked daggers, and screaming tried to beat him with her 
hauds; she was afraid of his stick, and faced him, putting her back 
to me asa friend. She holds out her hand for people to lift her 
up and carry her, quite like a spoiled child; then bursts into a 
passionate cry somewhat like that of a kite, and wrings her hands 
quite naturally, as if in despair. She eats every thing, covers 
herself with a mat to sleep, and makes a nest of grass or leaves, 
and wipes her face with a leafi—Jd., vol. ii. p. 102. 
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