42 THE SPEECH OF MONKEYS. 



Nemo never lost a chance to bite my fingers, 

 which he would always do with all his might; 

 but his little teeth were not strong enough to 

 hurt me very much. He would only do this af- 

 ter seeing Mickie bite me, and he did not evince 

 any anger in the act, but appeared to do so 

 merely as a duty. He would sneak up to my 

 hands and bite me unawares ; then he would run 

 to Mickie and put his arm about his neck, just 

 as you have seen some boys do when trying to 

 curry favor with a larger boy. On one occasion, 

 while in the cage with them, he slipped up to 

 me and bit my finger, for which I kindly boxed 

 his little ears. I would then give Mickie my 

 finger and allow him. to bite it, after doing which 

 I would slap him gently and then give it to him 

 again. I would then allow Nemo to bite my fin- 

 ger, and if he bit it too hard I would slap him 

 again; and in this manner soon taught him to 

 understand that Mickie only bit me in fun, and 

 he evidently learned that this was a fact. He 

 did not appear, however, to catch the point 

 clearly or see any reason therefor, but on all oc- 

 casions thereafter he would take my finger in 

 his mouth and hold it in his teeth, which were 

 scarcely closed upon it. This he would do for a 



