V. 



THE MONKEY IN NEW ENGLAND. 



When I decided to take five spider monkeys 

 to New England I had a travelling conveyance 

 made in the shape of a large cage, of slats on all 

 sides, so they would have air and light. Into 

 this I put the four strangers. On first coming 

 into close quarters, they had a general fight all 

 round, but after this they made the best of it 

 and lived peaceably together. Gila watched all 

 this with interest, and not till the last moment 

 did I put her in, too. 



I had a feeling that it would not please her, 

 and it did not. Her emotion was not anger, it 

 was grief. She really seemed stunned, and too 

 amazed for expression, that I could subject her 

 to this indignity. This cut me to the heart. To 

 see my dear Gila moping in a corner, refusing 

 to eat, taking no part in the troubles or pleasures 

 of the rest, made me feel very badly. 



I coaxed and talked to her, but it was of no 

 use, she would not be reconciled ; and when we 

 reached the port where we had to wait for 

 steamers, I took her out. But by this time she 

 was really ill, — had chills and fever. I sent for 



