THE MONKEYFOLK OF SOUTH AFRICA 77 



just as I do, and calls me all kinds of absurd names. She 

 plays jokes on me too. She made me so angry one day that 

 I sprang up on her shoulders and smeared her face all over 

 with mud. I was making mud pies at the time, and she 

 came along and began poking fun at me. Another time I 

 was sitting up a tree gathering mulberries, when she came 

 along and began teasing me. I got very angry, and at last 

 dropped down right upon her back. I sat on her shoulders 

 and soundly slapped her face, and then made off. My 

 master came out and flogged me severely with a whip. It 

 did me good, for every time after that when I began to get 

 angry, I thought of that dreadful flogging, and it cooled 

 me down. 



