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To our great disappointment and sorrow, our 

 pet mouse deer has died. It had learnt to be 

 quite tame and even to follow us about in the 

 rooms of the bungalow. When it was first 

 brought here by one of the watchmen it was so 

 young that we had to feed it with a baby's 

 bottle, but it had long passed that stage, and 

 five minutes before it died appeared in perfect 

 health. A convulsion seized the poor little 

 animal and it was gone in a few moments. 

 The loss of a pet is really quite a grief in our 

 isolated existence. Puppies and all young 

 animals as well as poultry seem extremely liable 

 to be attacked with convulsions, and the first 

 fit is generally fatal. 



The monkeys thrive; we call them Punch 

 and Judy. Judy has taken a fancy to me and 

 creeps up my dress into my arms to be petted. 

 The other day she was allowed to go at large 

 for a short time, and when it was time to put 

 her back in her cage for the night, she climbed 

 up a pawpaw tree, and performed a series of most 

 amusing gymnastics. When her would-be cap- 

 tors reached her branch she swiftly swung her- 

 self on to another, hanging sometimes by her tail 

 and sometimes by her hands and feet to twigs 

 far too slender for anyone heavier than herself. 

 At last, after amusing us for at least a quarter 

 of an hour, she was caught and put into durance 

 vile. Punch is of a more sedate disposition, he 



