6o THE MONKEYFOLK OF SOUTH AFRICA 



can walk and stand upright, but they too soon grow tired, 

 and have to use one or both hands. 



VARIOUS EXPERIENCES 



When it was time to give the oxen a rest, and to allow 

 them to feed, I would squat down and watch the Kafirs make 

 a fire and cook the porridge, which I always shared. Some- 

 times when my master accompanied us I would dine with 

 him. While the Kafirs lay on their backs basking in the 

 sun or else smoking a poisonous weed known as " Dagga," 

 which was brought to our country ages ago from India, 

 I would explore the neighbourhood for berrieS; fruits, 

 bulbs, and insects. 



A fox terrier dog was a great friend of mine, and we two 

 would hunt around together. Sometimes he would chase 

 an animal into a tree, and I would climb up after it, and 

 bring it down to him, or else frighten it so that it would 

 jump down. 



Once the terrier caught and killed a hare, which I carried 

 back to the wagon. I took it back through idle curiosity, 

 but my master thought I had specially brought it back for 

 him. He praised and flattered me, and, what was better, 

 he gave me a handful of dried apples. So next time the 

 terrier killed an animal I brought it along. My master 

 again rewarded me. So after that I always tried to capture 

 something for myself, or else encourage my friend to do so. 

 My master used to brag to all his friends about my clever- 

 ness. I really believe I am clever, though. 



One day my little friend the terrier cornered an animal 

 you call a Muishond or Stink Cat. Scientific fellows call 

 him Zorilla striata. We both rushed on him together, but 

 the little rascal sent a spray of some vile-smelling fluid 

 over us. I couldn't stand it, and retired. My terrier 

 friend, however, rushed in, for his blood was up. After a 



