106 FOUR-HANDED FOLK. 



not over the gentleman himself, but, with dis- 

 criminating understanding of where it would be 

 most annoying, upon the fresh paint of the por- 

 trait, whence it had to be picked bit by bit. 



If a moment arrived when Mr. Crowley did 

 not frantically desire to play some prank, he 

 came to the front, made faces, and jumped up a 

 few inches, with arms and legs held stiff and 

 body upright, coming down on the floor again 

 and again with a thump, as if feet and hands 

 were made of iron. In fact his footsteps, at 

 least during his public exhibitions, were usually 

 of this character. Unless he was on some sly 

 mischief bent, he went about like an iron-shod 

 horse, galloping over the boards, though he 

 weighed but ninety pounds. The baby in the 

 adjoining cage — for there was a baby, Crow- 

 ley's future spouse — did the same thing, so it 

 must be a chimpanzee fashion. On the whole, 

 Mr. Crowley irresistibly reminded one of a boy 

 at the " sho wing-off " period of life; and with 

 these fantastic tricks he kept his constantly 

 varying jam of admirers in roars of laughter 

 the whole day. 



We had no reason to look for anything dif- 

 ferent, for after he came to New York an infant 

 of about eight months, weighing between ten 

 and twelve pounds, his life was passed almost 

 entirely on the exhibition stage. At that re- 



