THE SPEECH OF MONKEYS. 1$ 



means we again became the best of friends. 

 After each encounter with the boy Jokes would 

 come to the bars, touch my hand with his tongue, 

 chatter and play with my fingers, and show every 

 sign of confidence and friendship. He always 

 warned me of the approach of any one, and his 

 conduct toward them was largely governed by 

 my own. He never failed after this to salute 

 me with the sound described in the first chapter. 

 About the same time I paid a few visits to an- 

 other little monkey of the same species, named 

 Jennie. Her master had warned me in advance 

 that she was not well disposed toward strangers. 

 At my request he had her chained in a small 

 side yard, which he forbade any of the family en- 

 tering. When I approached the little lady for 

 the first time I gave her the usual salutation, 

 which she responded to and seemed to under- 

 stand. I unceremoniously sat down by her side 

 and fed her from my hands. She eyed me with 

 evident interest and curiosity, while I studied 

 her every act and expression. During the proc- 

 ess of this mutual investigation, a negro girl 

 who lived with the family, overcome by curi- 

 osity, stealthily entered the yard and came up 

 within a few feet of us. I determined to sac- 



