St. Nicholas Magazine for Boys and Girls, Vol. 5, January 1878, No. 3Various
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St. Nicholas Magazine for Boys and Girls, Vol. 5, January 1878, No. 3
Various
Children's literature -- Periodicals; Children's periodicals, American
I wished the monkey was able to relate to us how he managed to assemble
so many of his friends, and to get them to act with such perfect accord;
and how, in the first place, he could make them understand what he
wished them to do. Of course, not being able to talk, he could give us
no explanation of how the thing was brought about. I could therefore
only form an opinion in the matter, which was as follows:
Our little friend was undoubtedly a great favorite with his fellows, and
although he was as gentle as a kitten he was not without power, and his
companions were ever ready to serve him out of sheer good-will. When,
therefore, after he had been rescued from the ferocious monkey, his
appreciation of a kind action naturally enkindled in him a desire to
return the favor in some way, he threw me the cocoa-nuts from the trees;
and, although I believe that from the first he felt an ardent desire to
be near his benefactor, his natural modesty prevented his thrusting
himself upon me without considerable preliminary skirmishing. His
fellow monkeys, keenly sensible of his noble qualities, and happy in
having got rid of the odious despot who had so long oppressed them, were
only too glad to aid him in any reasonable and honorable project which
might benefit the hero who had slain their hated ruler. But by what
queer signs and by what sort of jabbering our little monkey had made his
wishes known to his companions, only he and they knew.
I now took occasion to tell our four-handed friend that he must have a
name.
"'Grilly' you shall be called," I said; "and, although you cannot utter
our names, common politeness requires that you be informed of them.
There is Pippity, the parrot, and here am I, Frank, the man."
As Pippity was a good scholar, while Grilly yet remained uneducated, it
was a source of grief to me that the monkey continued in his deplorable
ignorance in the midst of such enlightened society.
What was to be done?
Talk he could not. There was not the slightest use in making any effort
in that direction, because nature had failed to furnish him with the
organs needed for speaking articulately.
I had noticed frequently, when going down into the valley, a certain
rock which fell in pieces by splitting off in smooth plates; and another
kind which lay scattered about in small fragments that would make marks
like chalk-marks. This substance was of a reddish color, and, on the
purplish surface of the thin slabs of the harder rock, it made very
clear, distinct lines.
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