180 FOUR-HANDED FOLK. 



The truth is, he is most at home in the trees, 

 and one of his favorite amusements as a young- 

 ster, at home, is to swing on the branches, leap 

 or fling himself from one tree to another, in 

 games with his playmates, all shouting and 

 screaming like so many playful girls and boys. 



He is full of life and fun, and has gay times 

 till he grows up and looks on the serious side of 

 life. Then he becomes strong and fierce and 

 savage, — at least toward men. He can hardly 

 be blamed for that, however, for the men he 

 knows are either hunters trying to kill him, or 

 keepers forcing him to live in a cage, which of 

 course he hates, as does everybody with any 

 spirit. 



There 's only one way that men can catch 

 this baby, and that is by shooting his mother. 

 When she falls he falls with her, for the first 

 thing he learns in the world is to hold on well ; 

 for, of course, as she travels about in the trees 

 she uses her hands as well as her feet, and he 

 must cling for himself. He does, and not until 

 his mother is dead can he be secured, and then 

 when he is taken away he cries and screams like 

 a baby. 



If the young gorilla is kindly treated he is 

 gentle and affectionate, very fond of play, and 

 as pleased to be petted as any human baby, as 

 well as dainty and neat in his manners. He will 



