JO THE SPEECH OF MONKEYS. 



the tenderest approach of others. She would 

 look at the child's eyes, which were not disfig- 

 ured, but lacked expression, and then at me, 

 as if to indicate that she was aware that the 

 child was blind, and the little girl appeared not 

 to be aware that monkeys could bite at all. It 

 was a beautiful and touching scene, and one in 

 which the lamp of instinct shed its feeble light 

 on all around. 



On the following day, by an accident in which 

 I really had no part except that of being present, 

 Nellie escaped from her cage and climbed up on 

 a shelf occupied by some bird-cages. As she 

 attempted to climb up, of course the light wicker 

 cages, with their little yellow occupants, fell to 

 the floor by the dozen. I tried to induce her to 

 return or to come to me , but the falling cages, 

 the cry of the birds, the talking of parrots, and 

 the scream of other monkeys frightened poor 

 Nellie almost out of her wits. Thinking that I 

 was the cause of her trouble, because I was pres- 

 ent, she would scream with fright at my ap- 

 proach. She was not an exception to the gen- 

 eral rule that governs monkeydom, which is to 

 suspect every one of doing wrong except itself. 



I had her removed to my apartments, where I 



