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grows at the root of the plant. He plucks a bud of 

 some kind, tears it apart with his fingers, smells it, 

 and throws it aside. Now he takes hold of a tall 

 sapling, looks up at the shaking branches, and turns 

 aside. He pauses and looks around as if suspicious 

 of danger. He listens to see if anything is approach- 

 ing, but being reassured he resumes his search for 

 food. Now he gently parts the tangled vines that 

 intercept his way, and creeps noiselessly through 

 them. He hesitates, looks carefully around him, 

 and then proceeds again. He is coming this way. 

 I can see his black face as he turns his head from 

 side to side, looking for food. What a brutal 

 visage ! It has a scowl upon it, as if he were at odds 

 with all his race. He is now within a few yards of 

 the cage, but is not aware of my presence. He 

 plucks the tendril from a vine, smells it, and puts it 

 in his mouth. He plucks another and another. I 

 shall note that vine, and ascertain what it is. Now 

 he is in a small open space, where the bush is cut 

 away, so as to afford a better view. He seems to 

 know that this is an unusual thing to find in the 

 jungle, so he surveys it with caution. He comes 

 nearer. Now he has detected me. He sits down 

 upon the ground, and looks at me as if in utter 

 surprise. A moment more he turns aside, looks 

 back over his shoulders, but hurries away into the 

 dense jungle. 



It is now four o'clock, and I hear a wild pig 

 rooting among the fallen leaves. I see a small 

 rodent that looks like a diminutive hedgehog. He 



