THE MONKEYFOLK OF SOUTH AFRICA 6i 



fight he killed the muishond. But, great Cicero ! didn't 

 he just smell. Have you ever smelt musk ? Well, try to 

 imagine musk and incense, the smell of putrefying cabbages, 

 and a lot of other evil-smelling things all mixed together, 

 and you will have a slight idea of what that Stink Cat's 

 perfume was like. 



We rolled in the dry dust and in the grass, but the smell 

 wouldn't come off. I felt sick, just as you folk feel when 

 you are on a ship, and the sea is very rough. My chum 

 seemed quite chirpy, and said he didn't mind the smell 

 much. He was used to smells. In fact it was his business 

 in life to smell out things. 



BACK TO THE WAGON 



I thought, however, that my master might like the 

 muishond ; so I seized his tail, and dragged his body to the 

 wagon. My master was lying on his back smoking a pipe, 

 and the Kafirs were telling each other very tall yarns about 

 the number of cattle they possessed, and the number of 

 wives they were going to buy when they settled down. 

 With a volley of ejaculations, the Kafirs started up and 

 scattered. My master hastily climbed up into the wagon 

 and yelled at us to " Voertzik," which means to " clear out," 

 or go away. Well, anyhow, after my master and the Kafirs 

 had abused us from a distance, one of the latter held his 

 nose with his fingers, made a rush, seized the muishond 

 and flung it away into the long grass. 



My chum and I had to eat our meals by ourselves for 

 a week or more after that. In addition we had to sleep 

 out in the cold at night because the Kafirs refused to let us 

 creep in under the tarpaulin-covered wagon, where they 

 slept at night. Gradually the smell wore off, and we were 

 again admitted to human society. 



Really, though, I am not exaggerating one little bit, as 



