286 PHILIP QUARLL.

monkeys being. considerably augmented in number, and their
food scant, they now and then came to steal something out of
Quarll’s ground. Beanfidelle, finding some of them stealing
his master’s roots, beat them away, which obliged those subtle
creatures to come several together, the better to encounter
him; which Quarll taking notice of, cut a stick of a size that
the creature could manage, which he gave him, and taking his
own staff, exercised it before him ; he soon-apprehended what
use it was given him for, and drove away the others when they
came, though ten or a dozen together, which made them seek
to take him at a disadvantage. Finding him one morning
without his staff, of which they stood in great fear, a con-
siderable number fell upon him, and so beat and bit him, that
he lay as dead; but his master appearing, put them to flight,
Jeaving the poor creature with just breath enough to keep him
alive. Quarll being come to the place where his beloved Beau-
fidelle lay, could not forbear shedding tears to see him thus
miserably dying; but finding still breath in him, it gave him
hopes of his recovery, and taking him up in his arms, he
hastened home, and having laid him upon his bed, covered him
with his winter wrapper; he made a fire and warmed fresh
butter, with which he washed his sores, giving him all the
careful attendance he could during his illness, which held out
but one week, when he died, to Quarll’s unspeakable grief;
and from that time he grew so melancholy, that he had not
courage to go on with his memorial.

One day, as he was walking, it being extraordinarily hot, he
took shelter in one of his natural groves, when a young monkey,
of the grey kind, dropped off a tree and lay for dead ; but being
only strangled, he opened its wind-pipe by squeezing it the
contrary way, and by carefully nursing soon recovered it.
This accident made Quarll in some measure resume his former