ATLANTIC READINGS NUMBER 3 JUNGLE NIGHT BY WILLIAM BEEBE [Illustration: (Publisher’s colophon)] The Atlantic Monthly Press BOSTON _Copyright, 1918, by_ THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY PRESS (_Jungle Night_ is one of the eighteen essays published in the ATLANTIC CLASSICS, SECOND SERIES) [Illustration: (Page decoration)] Jungle Night By William Beebe I Within gun-reach in front of me trudged my little Akawai Indian hunter. He turned his head suddenly, his ears catching some sound which mine had missed, and I saw that his profile was rather like that of Dante. Instantly the thought spread and the simile deepened. Were we two not all alone? and this unearthly hour and light--Then I chuckled softly, but the silence that the chuckle shattered shrank away and made it a loud, coarse sound, so that I involuntarily drew in my breath. But it was really amusing, the thought of Dante setting out on a hunt for kinkajous and giant armadillos. Jeremiah looked at me wonderingly, and we went on in silence. And for the next mile Dante vanished from my thoughts and I mused upon the sturdy little red man. Jeremiah was his civilized name; he would never tell me his real one. It seemed so unsuited to him that I thought up one still less appropriate and called him Nupee--which is the three-toed sloth; and in his quiet way he saw the humor of it, for a more agile human being never lived. Nupee’s face was unclouded, but his position as hunter to our expedition had brought decisions and responsibilities which he had not known before. The simple life,--the unruffled existence in the little open _benab_, with hammock, cassava field, and an occasional hunt,--this was of the past. A wife had come, slipping quietly into his life, Indian-fashion; and now, before the baby arrived, decisions had to be made. Nupee longed for some store shoes and a suit of black clothes. He had owned a big _benab_ which he himself had built; but a godmother, like the cowbird in a warbler’s nest, had gradually but firmly ousted him and had filled it with diseased relatives, so that it was unpleasant to visit. He now, to my knowledge, owned a single shirt and a pair of short trousers.