THE SPEECH OF MONKEYS. 4 1 



In this cage was kept another little boarder of 

 the same species which belonged to Mr. G. Hil- 

 ton Scribner, of Yonkers. The keeper did not 

 know the name or anything of the past history 

 of this little stranger, and for want of some 

 identity and a name I called him Nemo. He was 

 a timid, taciturn little fellow, quite intelligent, 

 and possessed of an amount of diplomacy equal to 

 that of some human beings. He was the small- 

 est monkey in the cage, on which account he was 

 somewhat shy of the others. He was thought- 

 ful, peaceable, but "full of guile." He sought 

 on all occasions to keep on the best terms with 

 Mickie, to whom he would toady like a sycophant. 

 He would put his little arms about Mickie' s neck 

 and hang on to him in the most affectionate man- 

 ner. He would follow him like a shadow and 

 stay by him like a last hope. If anything ever 

 aroused the temper of Mickie it was sure to make 

 Nemo mad too ; if Mickie was diverted and would 

 laugh, Nemo would laugh also if he was suffer- 

 ing with a toothache. He was as completely 

 under the control of Mickie as the curl in Mick- 

 ie s tail. When I first began to visit them, Nemo 

 would see Mickie bite my fingers while we were 

 playing, and he supposed it was done in anger. 



