Mafuca, for a while, was pleased with the companionship of a pretty sea-cat monkey, but she teased the creature so much that a special refuge was set apart for it, into which she could not enter. She was so scared and terrified by a heavy thunderstorm that she seized her sleeping playfellow by the tail and dashed it to the ground. She chased the mice which ran about her cage with deadly fury. She was much afraid of snakes, which is not usually the case with chimpanzees. If she was left alone for any time she tried to open the lock of her cage without having the key, and she once succeeded in doing so. On that occasion she stole the key, which was hanging on the wall, hid it in her axilla, and crept quietly back to the cage. With the key she easily opened the lock, and she also knew how to use a gimlet. She would draw off her keeper’s boots, scramble up to some place out of reach with them, and throw them at his head when he asked for them. She could wring out wet cloths, and blow her nose with a handkerchief. When her illness began, she became apathetic, and looked about with a vacant, unobservant stare. Just before her death, from consumption, she put her arms round Schöpf’s neck when he came to visit her, looked at him placidly, kissed him three times, stretched out her hand to him, and died.[123] The last moments of anthropoids have their tragic side! We owe to Wallace an interesting account of young orangs in a state of captivity. This observer shot, near Simunjon, in Borneo, a large female ape of this species, which had a young one about a foot long. As Wallace carried this creature home, it took such a firm hold of his beard that he had much difficulty in getting free, for the unequal phalanges of the fingers in these animals are hook-shaped. At that time the creature had not a single tooth, but the two lower front teeth were cut a few days later. Unluckily, there was no milk, nor any female animal to give suck to the little ape. Wallace was obliged to give it rice-water from a bottle, with a quill inserted in the cork, from which, after some attempts, it learned to suck very well. Sugar and cocoa-milk were added, to make the pap more nourishing. When Wallace put his finger in the creature’s mouth, it sucked at it vigorously, then pushed it angrily away and began to scream, as a child does in like circumstances. When it was fondled and caressed, it was quiet and content, but began to scream again as soon as it was laid down; and for the first two nights it was very noisy and restless.