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her face in her arms and died. Through her death 
I lost a great deal of money, but I could not help 
feeling relieved. She had been so abjectly miser- 
able and she had seemed so human in her suffering! 
I have often wondered if the male had any idea 
that she was dead. He ceased to improve in health 
and he became morose. Many days of anxiety fol- 
lowed; every minute I expected the message that 
the poor fellow was dying. 
The ship’s carpenter built a vat, and we “pickled” 
the body of the female in salt water. I knew that 
some natural history museum would be glad to have 
such a specimen for mounting. We steamed into 
the harbor at Marseilles with the male still alive, 
and I thought that there was an even chance of 
getting him to Antwerp if the people there had fol- 
lowed my instructions and arranged transportation. 
An agent met me at the dock. Everything was pre- 
pared for us, and we lost no time in getting the 
beast to the train. 
When we reached Antwerp, I felt like standing 
on the platform and whooping. My job was fin- 
ished. 
The men from the Gardens took charge and 
rushed the orang-outang out to the cage that had 
been built to receive him. We ran the transporta- 
tion cage up to the door and cut away the bars. 
The orang-outang came out slowly, like a tired and 
sick old man. He was not interested in his new 
surroundings and he pushed away the food that we 
