142 Monkey Tricks in the Jungle.

mamma who can and will reach you, for you shall
be punished for your naughtiness,”’ and without
more ado, he started.

I wish, children, we could have been there to
see that Elephant run—for he fairly flew. He
kept to no path, but dashed on, crushing the
flowers, breaking the branches of the trees, in his
headlong flight. ‘Scurry, scurry,” went the ani-
mals out of his path, and all the birds and insects
fairly bumped against each other in their eagerness
to get away from. this mad, rushing creature—they
scarcely knew what he was, so fast he flew. And
the Monkey clung closely to him, his teeth chat-
tering with fear.

“Tf I fall, I may be killed, and if I manage to
stick on, I know I shall be, when we get to his
home. Oh, what shall I do, what shall I do?” he
wailed. It was truly not a pleasant outlook for
any monkey, now was it? —

But deliverance was at hand, for there right
before him was a low hanging branch. ‘Can I
but reach that, I am safe,” he thought. They are
near it, are at it,—one spring gives the monkey,