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to capture several of them, but they were strong and got 

 away. Just when I had managed to overcome one, and 

 was selecting a nice juicy part, there was a terrific glare 

 of light. I was dazed and blinded. 



CAPTURED BY A SCOUT 



Before I could recover and escape, a boy scout, a lady, 

 and that museum man rushed up and cut off my retreat. 

 I tried to shrivel up into as small a space as I could in the 

 darkest corner, but that scout spotted me instantly. He 

 slipped into the cage and chased me around. When I 

 tried to get through the wire the other folk were there ready 

 to capture me. I sprang about until I was exhausted, and 

 at last a heavy hand closed around me. 



Once again I am in captivity. I am not much to look 

 at. I have big innocent eyes, long tail, small hands and 

 arms, strong hind limbs, and I am covered with fur. Yes, 

 I am a baby of the woods. The museum man calls me 

 a cold-blooded murderer, and threatens to chloroform me 

 and have me stuffed. If he gives me nice dainty food I 

 will stuff myself without him having to bother with the 

 chloroform. 



DIFFERENT KINDS OF GALAGOS 



There are six different kinds of Galago lemurs in South 

 Africa south of the Zambesi and Cunene Rivers. We all 

 live in the dense forests, sleep by day, and hunt and play 

 by night. That is why you people say we are nocturnal. 



The principal home of our tribe of lemurs is in Mada- 

 gascar. The handsome aristocrats of our race live there. 

 We lemurs are relatives of the monkey tribe. Men of 

 science say we are a lower race than monkeys, and that 

 we haven't got as much intelligence as they have. They 



