32 THE SPEECH OF MONKEYS, 



what he really said to me in this record than if 

 it had contained only some casual remark not ad- 

 dressed to me. This little simian was born in 

 the Amazon Valley, in Brazil, and was named for 

 the late emperor. 



A short time ago I borrowed from a dealer in 

 Washington a little Capuchin called Puck, and 

 had him sent to my apartments, where I kept a 

 phonograph. I placed the cage in front of the 

 machine upon which I had adjusted the horn and 

 had placed the record of my little friend Pedro. 

 I concealed myself in an adjoining room, where I 

 could watch the conduct of my subject through 

 a small hole in the door. I had a string attached 

 to the lever of the machine and drawn taut 

 through another hole in the door, so that I could 

 start the machine at any desired moment, and at 

 the same time avoid attracting the attention of 

 the monkey, either by my presence or by allow- 

 ing him to see anything move. After a time, 

 when everything was quiet, I set the machine in 

 motion, and treated him to a phonographic re- 

 cital by little Pedro. This speech was distinctly 

 delivered through the horn to Puck, from whose 

 actions it was evident that he recognized it as 

 the voice of one of his tribe. He looked at the 



