THE MONKEYFOLK OF SOUTH AFRICA 35 



MORE TROUBLES BEFELL ME 



I was sentenced to be chained up in the yard, with a 

 little kennel for my home. It nearly broke my heart to 

 be humiliated in this way, just because of an accident. I 

 sobbed and cried and was pining to death. The children 

 at last got permission to release me. I was very careful 

 for about a week. One day I found a box containing little 

 bits of stick with some brown sort of stuff on one end. I 

 chewed up a few, but they made me feel sick, so I began to 

 play with the rest. Presently there was a fizz, and one blazed 

 into fire. I dropped it and ran. Well, somehow it set 

 alight to the window curtain, and then there was a great 

 fuss. A huge engine came tearing along, drawn by big 

 horses ; and six men with shiny brass helmets rushed into 

 the house, and with something which they held in their 

 hands they drenched the room and put out the fire. I 

 was hiding in a corner, and was almost drowned. I screamed, 

 and they came and rescued me. They, somehow, seemed to 

 know that I had something to do with the fire. Ever since 

 the time I broke the vase and upset the teapot, whenever 

 anything was wrong a chorus of voices was always ready 

 to cry, " It was Jacky who did it." 



Next day I was sent to the museum. They kept me 

 there for a month, and then sent me off to the London Zoo, 

 where I am now living, happy and well. 



THE BABOONS AND THE GUN 



I am one of the tribe of baboonfolk who live at Baviaan's 

 Kloof in the Orange Free State. We used to make ex- 

 cursions every now and then to a farmer's melon and mealie 

 patches. This man had a beautiful orchard. AH kinds of 

 dehcious fruits grew therein. 



