THE INDIAN MONKEYS. 27

instant stuffed his pouches full of the delicious morsels. He
had, however, overlooked some hornets, which were regaling
themselves at the same time. They resented his disturbance,
and the tormented monkey, in his hurry to escape, came upon
a thorn-covered roof, where he lay stung, torn, and bleeding
He spurted the stolen bonbons from his pouches and barked
hoarsely looking the picture of misery. The noise of the
tiles which he had dislodged in his retreat brought out the
inhabitants, and among them the vendor of the sweets, with
his turban unwound, and streaming two yards behind him.
All joined in laughing at the wretched monkey; but their
religious reverence for him induced them to go to his
assistance: they picked out his thorns and he limped away
to the woods quite crestfallen.”

The Monkey The writer, from whom Mrs. Bowdich quoted

Outdone. the above story, gives a graphic account of the
success of a stratagem he employed to rid himself of the
unwelcome visits of his monkey friends. “ Although,” says
he, “a good deal shyer of me than they were of the natives,
I found no difficulty in getting within a few yards of them;
and when I lay still among the brushwood they gambolled
round me with as much freedom as if I had been one of
themselves. This happy understanding, however, did not
last long, and we soon began to urge war upon each other.
The casus belli was a field of sugar-cane which I had
planted on the newly cleared jungle.

“Every beast of the field seemed leagued against this
devoted patch of sugar-cane. The wild elephants came and
browzed in it; the jungle hogs rooted it up, and munched
it at their leisure; the jackals gnawed the stalks into squash;
and the wild deer ate the tops of the young plants. Against
all these marauders there was an obvious remedy,—to build
a stout fence round the cane-field. This was done accord-
ingly; and a deep trench dug ouiside, that even the wild
elephant did not deem it prudent to cross, The wild hogs