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young Jew. The beard of the Lion Monkey is like that 
which will dignify the young Jew ten years later. I see a 
fine avenue for speculation here, but I will refrain. There 
are no Lion Monkeys quite so far north as this. These 
are all Langoors , or Black-faces. On a Mango tree hard 
by there is another, which is a mother and has a little son. 
I cannot guess his age, but his stature, when sitting, 
appears to be seven or eight inches. He feels the cold, 
and follows his mother about till she sits down, and then 
he comes and nestles in her bosom. She goes on nipping 
off tender shoots and eating them. 
The scene takes my thoughts back a year or two, to one 
of the most pathetic sights I ever saw. One morning, on 
a rocky hill sparsely covered with small trees, I disturbed 
a troop of monkeys, which made a bolt over the open 
ground to some thicker forest in a valley below. Three 
however, disregarding me, remained in one tree, making 
horrible noises at something underneath. I soon discovered 
that the object of their indignation was a brutal-looking 
black dog, which was busily devouring something at the 
root of the tree. When the dog saw me it made off, 
carrying in its mouth a black thing, like a little animal, 
with legs and a long tail. I guessed it was a baby monkey 
