LIFE IN CAPTIVITY. 273 



panionship of a pretty sea-cat monkey, but she teased 

 the creature so much that a special refuge was set 

 apart for it, into which she could not enter. She 

 was so scared and terrified by a heavy thunderstorm 

 that she seized her sleeping playfellow by the tail 

 and dashed it to the ground. She chased the mice 

 which ran about her cage with deadly fury. She 

 was much afraid of snakes, which is not usually the 

 case with chimpanzees. If she was left alone for 

 any time she tried to open the lock of her cage 

 without having the key, and she once succeeded 

 in doing so. On that occasion she stole the key, 

 which was hanging on the wall, hid it in her 

 axilla, and crept quietly back to the cage. With 

 the key she easily opened the lock, and she also 

 knew how to use a gimlet. She would draw oi3f 

 her keeper's boots, scramble up to some place out 

 of reach with them, and throw them at his head 

 when he asked for them. She could wring out wet 

 cloths, and blow her nose with a handkerchief. 

 When her illness began, she became apathetic, and 

 looked about with a vacant, unobservant stare. Just 

 before her death, from consumption, she put her 

 arms round Schopf's neck when he came to visit 

 her, looked at him placidly, kissed him three times, 

 stretched out her hand to him, and died.* The last 

 moments of anthropoids have their tragic side ! 



We owe to Wallace an interesting account of 

 young orangs in a state of captivity. This observer 

 shot, near Simunjon, in Borneo, a large female ape 



* See also Nissle, Die Zeitschrift fUr Ethnologie, pp. 56, 57 : 

 1876. 



