CHAPTER VI 



Five Little Brown Cousins, Mickie, McGinty, Nemo, Dodo, and 

 Nigger — Nemo Apologizes to Dodo 



DURING the winter of 1891 there lived in Central 

 Park five little brown monkeys, all of the same 

 kind and occupying the same cage. They were all of more 

 or less interest, and all of them were my friends. I paid 

 them frequent visits and spent much time with them. I 

 have the vanity to believe that I was always a welcome 

 guest. We found much pleasure in each other's society. 

 As the monkey house was open to the public after nine 

 o'clock, I usually made my visits about sunrise in order to 

 be alone with my little friends. 



One of the most cunning and happiest of all little 

 monkeys was in this group. His name was Mickie, and 

 he was the boss of the school. He was not very talkative 

 except when he wished for food or drink, but he was very 

 playful and we had many a merry romp. Whenever I 

 entered the cage Mickie perched himself above the door 

 to surprise me by jumping on my neck. He then affec- 

 tionately threw his arms around my neck and licked my 

 cheeks, pulled my ears, and chattered in his sweet, plaintive 

 tones. The other inmates of the cage were jealous of 

 him, but none contested his right to do as he pleased. I 

 am sorry to say that Mickie was not always as kind to his 



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