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IN AFRICA 
He never burst into a place like a cyclone of hap¬ 
piness, but rather, he sort of oozed in and oozed out, 
his mild brown eyes brimming with gentleness and 
his tail, that eloquent insignia of canine gladness, 
wigwagging messages of good cheer. 
In one of the tents of the msungu there was a 
pet monkey. It had been captured down on the 
Tana River months before and at first was wild and 
vicious. As time went by it lost much of its wild¬ 
ness and to those it liked was affectionate and 
friendly. To all others it presented variable moods, 
sometimes friendly and sometimes unexpectedly 
and unreasonably hostile. We feared that Little 
Wanderobo Dog would have some bad moments 
with the little Tana River monkey, and their first 
meeting was awaited with keen interest. We 
thought the monkey would scratch all the gentleness 
out of the Little Wanderobo Dog’s eyes and that 
the two animals would become bitter enemies. 
But nothing of the sort happened. Little Wan¬ 
derobo Dog managed the matter with rare tact. He 
succeeded in slowly overcoming the monkey’s 
prejudices, then in inspiring confidence, and finally 
in establishing play relations. It was worth a good 
deal to see the dog and monkey playing together, 
the latter scampering down from his tent-pole aery, 
leaping on the dog, and scampering hurriedly over 
the latter, with a quick retreat to the invulnerable 
heights of the tent-pole. Little Wanderobo Dog 
would allow the monkey to roam at will over his 
features and anatomy, thereby showing tolerance 
