"I found some pieces
of gloves among the hay; I think the bad fellow has snatched them from
somebody, and partly eaten them."

"Dear, dear," chattered mother monkey, "I think you are right." When
she turned Jocko over, he was so afraid of being punished, that he
pretended to be fast asleep; but he heard all that his father and
mother had said, and knew that they guessed right.

"They're just like boys," said George Bliss one day, as he stood
looking at the monkeys in Central park. George is a boy, and he ought
to know. But there is a great difference after all. Boys can learn,
better than monkeys, not to get into mischief, and bother their
parents, and other people who come where they are. Some boys do not
behave better than monkeys.

[Illustration: A MISCHIEVOUS MONKEY.]

THE AFRICAN SLAVE BOY.

There are few who have not heard or read of the great traveler, Sir
Samuel Baker, who found his way into the heart of Africa, and whose
brave wife accompanied him in all his perilous journeys. The natives,
when they found how kind he was, and how interested in trying to help
them, called him the Great White Man.

One day, after traveling a long distance, Sir Samuel and Lady Baker
were sitting, in the cool of the evening, in front of their tent,
enjoying a cup of tea in their English fashion, when a little black
boy suddenly ran into the courtyard, and throwing himself at Lady
Baker's feet raised his hands toward her, and gazed imploringly into
her face.

The English lady thought that the little lad was hungry, and hastened
to offer him food; but he refused to eat, and began, with sobs and
tears, to tell his tale. He was not hungry, but he wanted to stay with
the white lady and be her slave.

In broken accents he related how cruelly he had been treated by the
master, who stole him from his parents when he was quite a little boy;
how he made him earn money for him, and beat him because he was too
small to undertake the tasks which were set him. He told how he and
some other boys had crept out of the slave-hut at night and found
their way to English Mission House, because they had heard of the
white people, who were kind to the blacks.

Then little Saat, for that was his name, made Lady Baker understand
how much he loved the white people, and how he wished to be her little
slave. She told him kindly that she needed no slave-boy, and that he
must go back to his rightful master. But little Saat said, "No, he had