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minute at a time without having the least apparent 

 motive, except that he had seen Mickie do so. 

 Often while holding my finger in this manner 

 with a look of seriousness worthy a supreme-court 

 judge, he would roll his little eyes at me in the 

 most inquiring manner, as if to say, " How is 

 that? " 



When he once realized that Mickie was so 

 much attached to me, Nemo always showed a 

 desire to be on friendly terms with me, and when 

 I would go into the cage to play with Mickie and 

 McGinty he always wanted to be counted in the 

 game. When I had anything for them to eat 

 he always wanted a seat of honor at table, and 

 he would at times want to fight for me when the 

 other monkeys got too friendly. Poor little fel- 

 low, he is now dead ; but the image of his cute 

 little face and his original character are deeply 

 imprinted on my mind. I was never able to secure 

 a record of the sounds of his little voice, though I 

 have often heard him talk. He had a soft, musi- 

 cal voice, and great power of facial expression. 



One of the most remarkable things I have ever 

 observed among monkeys was done by this little 

 fellow. On two separate occasions I have seen 

 him apologize to Dodo in the most humble man- 



