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FOUR-HANDED FOLK. 



and monkey together into the bedding, then 

 closed the mouth of the sack and tied it, to 

 make sure that no one escaped. Throwing the 

 curious bag-load into a barrel, he covered that 

 np closely as well. 



They did not smother, they throve and grew 

 fat on it, which proves, I am sure, that fresh 

 air, or even any air, is quite unnecessary to 

 babies of the monkey and dog families. 



The monkey baby is very much like a human 

 youngster ; but sooner than our little folk he 

 learns to go alone and care for himself, and by 

 the end of two years, it is said all the funniness 

 is out of a monkey. Rev. Samuel Lockwood 

 tells the story of one who lost his fun all in a 

 moment, and from being full of tricks and very 

 happy, became a sad, joyless creature, because of 

 his lost faith in man. It happened in this way. 

 He lived in a shop of basket-makers, and among 

 other tricks was expert at catching sticks that 

 men threw to him. When this ceased to be a 

 novelty, and the workmen were tired of playing 

 with him, they took to teasing, and the cruel 

 thing they did was to throw a hot poker to him. 

 He caught it, but it ended his fun for life. 



The voice of the coaita is soft and musical, 

 with those he is fond of, when in confinement, 

 and louder, with a wailing or mournful quality, 

 when calling to his fellows in freedom. He also 



