THE BABY MONKEY. 



Last summer I went to see a baby- 

 monkey. He was about ten days old, 

 and was iii a cage with other raon- 

 ceys. He was a cunning Httle fel- 

 low, and his mother Avas very fond of 

 him. The otlier monkeys took great 

 dehght in ' pulling the baby-monkej^'s 

 tail, to make him cry. The mother 

 would escape Avith her baby from her 

 tormentors by running up a SAvinginj 

 rope. 



I gave the baby monkey an almond. 

 It was not a " paper-shell," and it was 

 too hard for him to crack. What 

 do vou think the mother-monkev 



did? She took the almond from her baby, cracked it, and threw 

 away the sliell. " Then gave the kernel to the baby," I hear 

 you all say. She did not do anything of the kind. She ate 

 it herself, much to my disappointment, but more so to baby's, no 

 doubt. 



