DOHONG, THE OKANG UTAN 105 



sembling a red spider, who clung desperately 

 to his mother's red hair with his long, slim 

 fingers and looked at everything and every- 

 body in sheer terror. 



His flat, homely little face with it's Shiny 

 forehead crowned by a ring of red hair, which 

 grew upwards as in all his family, contracted 

 with all kinds of emotions, and it would have 

 been difficult to say which made the most 

 hideous grimaces, the mother, who drew her 

 long flexible lips in all directions and all 

 sorts of contortions, or the infant orang, who 

 seemed occasionally to resent his mother's 

 very strenuous attentions to himself and gave 

 curious little gutteral cries. 



Certainly to strangers, and especially such 

 strangers as did not understand these things 

 and who had never seen them before, their 

 reception, given with the best intentions in 

 the world, must have been very terrifying. 

 Being pitch dark, it was, of course, necessary 

 to have lanterns, and these, carried by the 

 keepers and waving to and fro, nearly fright- 

 ened the poor orangs to death. Both watched 



