Monkey Tricks in the Jungle. 139

have picked, had we been there. The air was
alive with the cries of strange creatures, and
beautiful birds were constantly flying by him, their
brilliant green, crimson, and orange plumage al-
most too dazzling to look at. But the Elephant
paid not the slightest attention to them. We
never notice sparrows, and to him these gorgeous
birds were simply sparrows, and he had seen them
all his life.

On and on he went. Once he heard a low,
threatening growl, a rustling in the bushes, and
he turned quickly back, choosing another path.
He was much frightened, for well he knew that
that low sound meant that a lion was near. His
face grew fairly gray with fright—at least it would
have done so, had it not already been so very
gray. But he heard no more from the lion.
Soon he began to feel tired and hungry.

‘“T will lunch,” said he, and choosing a cool,
comfortable place under the shade of a big palm
tree, he began. He had chicken-sandwiches, pic-
kles, French-fried potatoes, custard pie, caramels,
—no, I fear I have made a mistake. That was not