MARTIN RATTLER. 1

and monkeys, plenty of them, as your ears can tell
you, these creatures keep out of the sight of man as
much as possible. They won’t come out of the woods
and show themselves to please travellers. You have
been very lucky since you arrived. Many travellers
go about for months together and do not see half so
much as you.”

“That’s thrue,” observed Barney, with his head a
little on one side, and his eyes cast up in a sort of
neditative frown, as if he were engaged in subjecting
the hermit’s remarks to a process of severe philosophi-
cal contemplation ; “but I would be very well plazed
av the wild bastes would show themselves now and
then, for-—”

Martin Rattler burst into aloud laugh, for Barney’s
upward glance of contemplation was suddenly trans-
formed into a gaze of intense astonishment, as he
beheld the blue countenance of a large red monkey
staring down upon him from amid the branches of an
overhanging tree. The monkey’s face expressed, if
possible, greater surprise than that of the Irishman,
and its mouth was partially open and thrust forward
in a sort of threatening and inquiring manner. There
seemed to be some bond of sympathy between the
monkey and the man, fer while zts mouth opencd his

mouth opened too.