cannot resist the fancy, while watching her,
either that she was once a human being, or that she is trying to
become one. But, at present, she has more than one habit to learn,
or to recollect, ere she become as fit for human society as the dog
or the cat. {89} Her friends are, every human being who will take
notice of her, and a beautiful little Guazupita, or native deer, a
little larger than a roe, with great black melting eyes, and a heart
as soft as its eyes, who comes to lick one's hand; believes in
bananas as firmly as the monkey; and when she can get no hand to
lick, licks the hairy monkey for mere love's sake, and lets it ride
on her back, and kicks it off, and lets it get on again and take a
half-turn of its tail round her neck, and throttle her with its
arms, and pull her nose out of the way when a banana is coming: and
all out of pure love; for the two have never been introduced to each
other by man; and the intimacy between them, like that famous one
between the horse and the hen, is of Nature's own making up.

Very different from the spider monkey in temper is her cousin Jack,
who sits, sullen and unrepentant, at the end of a long chain, having
an ugly liking for the calves of passers-by, and ugly teeth to
employ on them. Sad at heart he is, and testifies his sadness
sometimes by standing bolt upright, with his long arms in postures
oratorio, almost prophetic, or, when duly pitied and moaned to,
lying down on his side, covering his hairy eyes with one hairy arm,
and weeping and sobbing bitterly. He seems, speaking
scientifically, to be some sort of Mycetes or Howler, from the flat
globular throat, which indicates the great development of the hyoid
bone; but, happily for the sleep of the neighbourhood, he never
utters in captivity any sound beyond a chuckle; and he is supposed,
by some here, from his burly thick-set figure, vast breadth between
the ears, short neck, and general cast of countenance, to have been,
in a prior state of existence, a man and a brother--and that by no
means of negro blood--who has gained, in this his purgatorial stage
of existence, nothing save a well-earned tail. At all events, more
than one of us was impressed, at the first sight, with the
conviction that we had seen him before.

Poor Jack! and it is come to this: and all from the indulgence of
his five senses, plus 'the sixth sense of vanity.' His only
recreation save eating is being