CHAPTER VI. 



Dago Talks about the Weather. — Tells me of his Troubles. — 

 Dodo in the ' ' Balcony Scene. ' ' — Her Portrait by a Great 



Artist. 



Ox one of my visits to Chicago in the autumn 

 of 1890 I went to pay my respects to Dago, the 

 little brown monkey in Lincoln Park. He had 

 been sick for a while and had not fully recovered, 

 although he was able to receive visitors, and his 

 appetite for peanuts was fairly well restored. 

 On the morning of which I speak, it was dark 

 and stormy. A fierce wind and terrible rain 

 prevailed from the northwest. I went to the 

 building just after daylight, in order to be alone 

 with the monkey, and when I entered the house 

 Frenchie, the head-keeper, told me how very 

 sick little Dago had been since I had left him on 

 the day before. I approached the cage and be- 

 gan to caress him, to which he replied in low, 

 whimpering tones, as though he understood the 

 nature of what I was saying to him. Presently 

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