I I 8 THE SPEECH OF MONKEYS. 



the image as a portrait of some dear departed 

 one which awoke the tender memories of the 

 past and filled the heart too full for utterance. 

 His sedate manners were very becoming. 



Dodo always appeared to be afraid of the im- 

 age. She would merely take a peep and turn 

 away. She would sometimes utter a single 

 sound, but rarely touched her mouth to the glass 

 and never felt behind it for the other monkey. 

 This, perhaps, was due to the fact that she was 

 afraid of some of the other inmates of the cage, 

 and I do not think that she desired the colony 

 increased. 



Nigger always showed great interest in the 

 mirror when left alone, but when the other 

 monkeys would crowd around to peep into the 

 glass, he would always leave to avoid trouble 

 with them. 



Uncle Remus, the white-face, always goes 

 through a series of facial contortions with the 

 gravity of a rural judge. He will look into the 

 glass and then at me, as if to say, " Where did 

 you get that monkey? " 



The little baby Macaque who was born in 

 Central Park tries to engage the image in a 

 romp, reaches for it in the glass, clucks, jumps 



