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me to pull. All he had to do was to say its name, and I 

 did the rest. I worked for him faithfully every day for 

 years. Every evening, when the day's work was done, my 

 master ordered me to put his trolley on to the railway 

 line. With his aid, I did so. I knew which way he wanted 

 to go, because he always allowed his wooden stumps to 

 point in the direction he desired to travel. Besides, he 

 nearly always went straight home, and I knew the way 

 only too well. When the line was level, or upgrade, I 

 pushed the trolley along. How I used to enjoy the ride 

 when we were going down hill. I sat on the trolley, and 

 it skimmed along at a tremendous rate. 



One day I did something which displeased a half-drunken 

 man. He picked up an iron bar and threw it at me. It 

 struck me across the back of the head and stunned me. 

 I never got over that blow. I suffered a great deal, and 

 grew thinner and thinner. A kind friend, who loves 

 animals, came to see me before I died, and I told him the 

 story of my life, which he said he wanted to put in a book 

 for humanfolk boys and girls to read, because he wanted 

 them to learn to love and to be kind to animals. 



ADVENTURE WITH A CHE^ITAH 



I am one of a tribe of baboonfolk who have their home 

 away up in the rugged Drakensberg mountains of Natal. 

 One day we were climbing up a krantz. Some of our 

 number lagged behind. As the last one, who happened to 

 be one of our young menfolk, came lagging along, a yellow 

 streak shot through the bushes, and a Cheetah, or Hunting 

 Leopard, sprang right upon him. The Cheetah tried to 

 carry him off, but he held on grimly to a branch, and yelled 

 to us for help. We instantly turned and clambered down 

 the rocks to his assistance. Our strongest men took the 

 lead and boldly advanced, barking furiously, and with 



