DOHONG, THE ORANG UTAN 117 



At one time some carpentering was being 

 done to Dohong's cage — he was always tear- 

 ing down something or other— and he evi- 

 dently strongly objected to the hammering, 

 judging by the way in which he wrinkled up 

 his brows, put his hands to his head as if 

 suffering from a headache, and so forth. 

 Finally, he thumped at the wooden partition 

 which separated him from Polly and, when 

 she went over to the front of her cage and 

 put her hand through the bars and tried to 

 get it round the partition, he put his hand 

 over hers, and in this way they remained for 

 some time, obviously both contented. 



At another time each was sitting in a 

 separate cage when the footsteps of the keep- 

 ers were heard coming along the passages 

 which run behind the cages. Instantly, Do- 

 hong got up, thumped vigorously on the floor 

 of his cage with his knuckles, and then ran 

 to the little door at the back of his cage to 

 watch the keepers go by. Curiously enough, 

 Polly did the same thing, but whether she also 

 heard the footsteps or because of Dohong's 



