e," observed Funny Face to himself, "that my adorable
Memsahib and my beloved bwana have been very kind to me to-day, though I
don't remember precisely how. But I certainly do love them!"

We cut good sized holes on each of the four sides of their chop box to
afford them ventilation on the march. The box was always carried on one
of the safari boy's heads: and Funny Face and Darwin gazed forth with
great interest. It was very amusing to see the big negro striding
jauntily along under his light burden; the large brown winking eyes
glued to two of the apertures. When we arrived in camp and threw the
box cover open, they hopped forth, shook themselves, examined their
immediate surroundings and proceeded to take a little exercise. When
anything alarmed them, such as the shadow of a passing hawk, they
skittered madly up the nearest thing in sight-tent pole, tree, or human
form-- and scolded indignantly or chittered in a low tone according to
the degree of their terror. When Funny Face was very young, indeed, the
grass near camp caught fire. After the excitement was over we found him
completely buried in the straw of his box, crouched, and whimpering like
a child. As he could hardly, at his tender age, have had any previous
experience with fire, this instinctive fear was to me very interesting.

The monkeys had only one genuine enemy. That was an innocent plush
lion named Little Simba. It had been given us in joke before we left
California, we had tucked it into an odd corner of our trunk, had
discovered it there, carried it on safari out of sheer idleness, and
lo! it had become an important member of the expedition. Every morning
Mahomet or Yusuf packed it-or rather him-carefully away in the tin box.
Promptly at the end of the day's march Little Simba was haled forth
and set in a place of honour in the centre of the table, and reigned
there-or sometimes in a little grass jungle constructed by his faithful
servitors-until the march was again resumed. His job in life was to look
after our hunting luck. When he failed to get us what we wanted, he was
punished; when he procured us what we desired he was rewarded by having
his tail sewed on afresh, or by being presented with new black thread
whiskers, or even a tiny blanket of Mericani against the cold. This
last was an especial favour for finally getting us the greater kudu.
Naturally as we did all this in the spirit of an idle joke our rewards
and punishments were rather desult