Lost in the Jungle

y season. The numerous aquatic birds and waders which come with the dry weather give the river a lively, pleasant appearance. The white sand which lines many parts of the shore is bea

driving down a turbulent tide laden with mud washed down from the mountains and valleys; n

ere plentiful, and fed on the fi

been scarce for some time, and

and the New World. At times, when seated on its banks, I could not help it, I would think of friends absent, but dear to me. I remembered those I loved-I remembered the boys and girls who were slowly but surely growing men and women, but who were still young folks in my memory, though years were flying fast. The lad of the jungle had become a man also; his mustache had

med me, and was delighted to see Malaouen, Querlaouen, and Gambo once more, and his wives got food ready for us. Then we started again for the forest. I took with me lots of small shot

d not seen before, and I immediately got ready to chase it. This bi

BIRDS AND

ys. These monkeys looked very small, and were called oshengui by the natives. Then I saw more of the queer b

mes I thought they would rest on the backs of the monkeys, but no, they would perch close to them, and then the monkey and the bird would look at each other. I never heard a note fr

red why they followed them; I could not imagine the reason. I never saw them resting on the birds, but I noticed that these birds were fond of the fruits and berries the oshneguis feed upon. Then the question arose, Di

rds made their nests, but never fo

I could not tell. His cry is very plaintive and sad, and is not heard far off, like the cry of other monkeys. As sure as you live, when you meet them hopping about the branches overhead, you may say that water is not far off. They always sleep on trees whose branches overhang a water-course. They all sleep on the same tree. How queer they look, with their tails hanging down! To see the mother carrying her you

eparable friends, and we must let them wander in the great jungle

at, the name of which is very similar to that of the litt

hat a queer name!" Not at all. I have told you that I often remembered him in Africa, and I named this animal afte

y will crawl in there and remain till night comes. The darker the night, the bolder their deeds; for on a dark night they will come into the villages, knowing that every body is generally asleep between two or three o'clock in the morning, manage to get into some poultry-house-I do not know how-and then pounce upon the poor chickens and strangle them. They will destroy

camp, I saw the footprints of an oshengui on the san

ng time tasted any, and I wondered if the oshengui would come and eat my chickens. Poor chickens! they have to look sharp

chickens and tied it to a stick on the bank of the little creek near our camp, and hid myself, not far off, on the edge of the forest. I took with me two guns,

ite to where I was. The poor fowl began to cackle, frightened at being in a strange place, and no doubt having an instinctive knowledge of in

the oshengui. How sly the animal was! He came on like a thief, and so carefully looking right and left as he advanced, but never losing sight of the fowl. The nearer he came, the flatter his body lay on the ground, until it arrived near the fowl; then there was a pause; then a sudden spring upon the fowl-there was just one cry; the fowl was dead. Having aimed carefully