Jinny. The Taming of a Bad Monkey 
to move for some time, but the wind lifted his hat, 
and as his hand flew up to seize it, the Monkey }* x 
flinched, blinked, and again broke out in her sounds ‘ie 
““Oh-ho!” said he. ‘Some one has been beating .% 
you.” Now he noticed the scars and certain slight 
wounds on her body; he remembered that she had 
crossed in a sailing vessel, and a measure of all that 
that meant came to him. He could imagine the 
misery of that long, long voyage, the fearful, cease- 
less rolling, the terrible seasickness that so many 
monkeys suffer from, the shameful cruelty that he 
more than suspected, the bad food, and last the 
cramped and filthy cage before him. It was easy 
to guess the fact: the Monkey had had a horrible 
experience with men. 
Bonamy was a born animal-man; he loved his 
work among them. He could handle and ulti- 
mately tame the most dangerous; and the more 
difficult they seemed, the more he enjoyed the task 
of winning them over. He could have controlled 
that Monkey in a day, but he had other things to 
attend to; so merely instructed the monkey-keeper 
to cover the filthy travelling coop with canvas and 
carry it to the hospital. Inside the big cage there 
it was partly opened; and at nearly every rap of 
the hammer the Langur gave a savage snort. Then 
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