yards of the garden wall, we heard a voice behind us, and there,
leaping from rock to rock, and running over the grass, was the whole
family of baboons headed by the old man.

"'Run, Missie, run!' gasped Hendrik, and I did, like the wind, leaving
him far behind. I dashed into the garden, where some Kaffirs were
working, crying, 'The babyans! the babyans!' Luckily the men had their
sticks and spears by them and ran out just in time to save Hendrik, who
was almost overtaken. The baboons made a good fight for it, however,
and it was not till the old man was killed with an assegai that they ran
away.

"Well, there is a stone hut in the kraal at the stead where my father
sometimes shuts up natives who have misbehaved. It is very strong, and
has a barred window. To this hut Hendrik carried the sack, and, having
untied the mouth, put it down on the floor, and ran from the place,
shutting the door behind him. In another moment the poor little thing
was out and dashing round the stone hut as though it were mad. It sprung
at the bars of the window, clung there, and beat its head against them
till the blood came. Then it fell to the floor, and sat upon it crying
like a child, and rocking itself backwards and forwards. It was so sad
to see it that I began to cry too.

"Just then my father came in and asked what all the fuss was about. I
told him that we had caught a young white baboon, and he was angry, and
said that it must be let go. But when he looked at it through the bars
of the window he nearly fell down with astonishment.

"'Why!' he said, 'this is not a baboon, it is a white child that the
baboons have stolen and brought up!'

"Now, Mr. Allan, whether my father is right or wrong, you can judge for
yourself. You see Hendrika--we named her that after Hendrik, who caught
her--she is a woman, not a monkey, and yet she has many of the ways
of monkeys, and looks like one too. You saw how she can climb, for
instance, and you hear how she talks. Also she is very savage, and when
she is angry or jealous she seems to go mad, though she is as clever as
anybody. I think that she must have been stolen by the baboons when
she was quite tiny and nurtured by them, and that is why she is so like
them.

"But to go on. My father said that it was our duty to keep Hendrika
at any cost. The worst of it was, that for three days she would eat
nothing, and I thought that she would die, for all the while she sat
and wailed. On the third day,