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delectable morsel, such as a cold potato or a raw carrot. These 

 they finally came to accept, though not enthusiastically, while he 

 in return learned to lap up milk, cat-fashion. 



All of my simian wards were human in their longing for com- 

 panionship. One big female grabbed a passing kitten and made 

 off with it to the top of the barn. From that point of vantage, 

 she was dislodged with difficulty after an hour or so, during which 

 she hugged the whimpering little beast to her monkey heart. 

 At another time she adopted a young motherless chick, and as 

 night came on would carefully lift and place it out of reach behind 

 her in a snug corner of the old dog house where she slept. At 

 sharing her food, however, she drew the line, gently but firmly 

 removing her charge to a satisfactory distance at dinner-time. 



Still another, a male who maintained a more or less mutually 

 aggressive relation with our Great Dane dog, would when attached 

 to the latter's collar by a chain ride around contentedly on his 

 back. This amusement ended in a near-tragedy, for one day 

 when the carriage left in haste to meet the train, the dog went too — 

 so perforce did the rider, but not keeping his seat. We understood 

 afterward that the scene was lamentable, but only at the station 

 was the situation uncovered to the coachman. Coming back the 

 monkey rode on the front seat, considerably the worse for wear, his 

 eyes eloquent with reproach. 



Of the parrots our special joy was "Loro Bonito," a yellow- 

 head from Mazatlan. When given to us, he was able to imitate 

 with a good deal of exactness the fife and drum of his home Presidio. 

 This accomplishment he soon lost, however, and with it ultimately 

 all of his Spanish, but he meanwhile picked up a good deal of 

 English. From an Irish maid he learned to sing with strong 

 Hibernian accent, "I'm called Little Buttercup, sweet Little 

 Buttercup, though I could never tell whoi." The "Stanford yell" 

 of those days with its eight "rahs" he worked hard at, but for a 

 long time without arithmetical precision. One day, however, 

 when the University was rejoicing at the lifting of a great cloud 

 he listened intently to the reiterated student shout 



Rah, Rah, Rah, 

 Rah, Rah, Rah, 



Rah, Rah, 



Stanford ! 



