62 THE MONKEYFOLK OF SOUTH AFRICA 



those of you will know who have tackled a Stink Cat, and got 

 sprayed with his perfume. 



WE VISITED A TOWN 



The first time we visited a town I was much alarmed. 

 I didn't know before that the humanfolk lived in great 

 clans. I got scared when the dogs began to rush out and 

 bark at me. I soon learned how to frighten them off. 

 Whenever one got a bit cheeky, I just bared my teeth, 

 erected my mane, and pretended to rush at him. Few of 

 them could stand that. Once a bulldog tackled me, but 

 my master and others came running up and dragged us 

 apart. Another time a great mastiff made a rush at me. 

 I knew I should stand no chance against so huge a brute, so 1 

 sprang upon the back of one of the leading oxen and clung 

 on until the driver chased my foe away. 



The humanfolk used to come out of their houses and 

 stare at me. They thought it a wonderful thing to see 

 one of the baboonfolk actually voerlooping oxen. When- 

 ever we stopped, the children would throw sweets to me. 

 Some more courageous than the rest came up and made 

 friends. I soon got used to passing through towns and 

 villages. 



I have now been a voerlooper for several years on and 

 off. Sometimes my master takes me home to his farm and 

 I have a holiday for a couple of months. Good-bye, dear 

 friends, I have told you the story of my life. 



WIRELESS TELEGRAPHY 



The humanfolk fellow whose picture is at the front of 

 this book of stories of us baboonfolk, heard, somehow, that 

 I had a story worth telling. He sent a wireless message 

 along to me, which was propelled from his brain. The 



