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ON LEMURS AT MOROGORO, G.E.A. 
Exactly how much truth there was in this story it would 
be hard to say ; but one thing was certain, and that was — the 
fombe was gone. 
[The story is quite correct; lemurs are often caught by 
this device. — Editor.] 
November 17. — Shot a male. Head and body, 11 ins.; 
tail, 15 ins. ; hind foot, 3J ins. ; ear, If ins. This was at 
8 p.m., and the creature was crouching among a tangle of 
vegetation about twenty feet from the ground. 
November 18. — Was told a lemur was asleep in the top- 
most branches of one of the acacia-trees which form an avenue 
along the roadside. As a native ascended the tree, the lemur 
awoke, and without delay bounded like a rubber ball into the 
next tree. Thus commenced a hunt which lasted fully half 
an hour, and ended in the lemur being shaken into the road, 
and I was able to clap a sack over it as it swarmed up the 
trunk of another tree. The campaign consisted of putting 
seven boys into different trees, and as the creature reached 
any one tree the boy in it shook the branches violently until 
the wearied lemur made for the next, where the process was 
repeated. At the outset, it gained a very large tree not unlike 
an elm, but which was fortunately bare of foliage. On a boy 
following it up to the top, it jumped off, and, sailing through 
the air with extended hands and feet, landed on the top of an 
acacia, twenty-five feet below, with perfect ease and grace. 
November 20. — Whilst provided with jam, paupaw-fruit, 
leaves, and milk, the lemur attacked a 21 -inch chameleon that 
I had in the same cage, and chewed its tail to a rag. The cage 
was 12 feet long, 6 feet high, and 7 feet wide. Gave lemur 
away. 
December 1. — At 5 p.m. my native youth arrived exultantly 
with a small lemur no larger than a tennis-ball. Except for 
the long bushy tail and very human hands and feet, it is the 
living image of a furry teddy-bear. It sleeps curled up like 
a dormouse during the day, and is fed at dusk and daybreak 
on milk and sugar, which it licks from my finger-tip ; it has 
also eaten very small bits of date. Besides the cry of the 
adult, which it has made each time the mess-bugle has been 
blown, it makes a queer little noise not unlike the rattling of 
