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takes the big jug, and goes to a spring, about three 

 hundred yards away, for a supply of water. 



Then Moses is allowed to climb about in the 

 bushes and amuse himself ; the boy sits down, or 

 goes to his village a mile away, while I watch for 

 gorillas. Silence is the order of the day, and here 

 I sit, sometimes for hours alone, almost as quiet as a 

 tomb. 



Presently a rustle of the leaves is heard, and a 

 porcupine comes waddling into view. He is poking 

 his nose about, in search of food, but has not 

 discovered my presence. He comes closer, until 

 the scent or sight of me startles him, and away he 

 goes. By-and-by a civet cat comes stealing through 

 the bush, till he observes me, and hastily departs. 



After an hour of patient waiting the sound of 

 clashing boughs is heard in the tree-tops. A few 

 minutes later may be seen a big school of monkeys, 

 led by a solemn-looking old pilot, who doubtless 

 knows every palm that bears nuts within twenty 

 miles around. They are now coming to inspect 

 my cage, and see what new thing this is, set up in 

 monkeydom. 



As they come nearer, they become more cautious 

 and tardy. They find a strong bough in the top of 

 a big tree, and the grave old pilot perches himself 

 far out on it, to peep at my cage. Just behind him 

 sits the next in rank, resting his hands on the 

 shoulders of the leader, while a dozen more are 

 arranged in similar attitudes behind each other, 

 along the limb. Each one pushes the one just in 



