CHAPTER III 



DAILY LIFE AND SCENES IN THE JUNGLE 



I AM SO frequently asked about the details of my 

 daily life in the cage, how the time was occupied 

 and what I saw besides the apes, that I deem it of 

 interest to relate a few of the events of my sojourn 

 in this wild spot. 



In order to convey an idea of it, I shall relate the 

 incidents of a single day and night ; but of course 

 the routine varied in some degree from day to 

 day. 



At six o'clock, as the sun first peeps into the 

 forest, it finds me with a tin cup of coffee, just made 

 on the little kerosene stove. It is black and dreggy, 

 but with a little sugar it is not bad. With a few 

 dry crackers I break my fast of twelve hours, and 

 am ready for the task before me. 



In the meantime the boy rolls up my bed and his 

 mat. By this time Moses has helped himself to a 

 banana or two. Then I take my rifle, he climbs up 

 on my shoulder, and we go for a short walk in the 

 bush, while the boy sweeps out the cage and puts 

 everything in order for the day. When we return, 

 the boy, armed with a native spear, or a huge knife, 



