But, by this time they were receding and I began dropping back to the dear old earth. "This is resurrection!" I thought gladly. "Life--and _Movement_! . . ." I felt my body returning to me as something warm, and sensitive, and oh! so human! Never was home more welcome to a weary traveller than was this uprush of sensuous consciousness to my isolated and lonely brain. As the first sounds of the outside world broke on my ears again, I opened my eyes and was surprised to find myself contemplating the intense blue of a tropical sky. I was lying on the grass, a few yards from our cage, and when I raised my head I saw Stringer panting and puffing over the prostrate form of our latest capture. Single-handed, he was trying to bind the brute's arms and legs. "What's happened?" I cried, sitting up dizzily. "You got a whiff of that gas, young man, and I had to drag you out into the open. If you can, give me a hand before he comes round." I pulled myself together, got on my hands and feet, and crawled over to Stringer's side. There, I managed to render a little help. "Did you--give it a . . . sniff of ether?" I gasped between by exertions. "Yes!" "You must have been pretty quick." "Never hustled so much in my life. . . ." "This is absurd," I said. "We can't continue raking in gorillas at this rate all day. The strain's too great." I wiped my perspiring brow and helped to tie the last knot. "The other two seem to be very quiet," remarked Stringer. We turned and looked at them. They were sitting just as they had been placed, perfectly still and upright, and showed clear signs of the deepest interest in our movements. Naturally, they had never seen anything like this before and must have been almost hypnotized with amazement. Once the elements of fear and anger are eliminated, it is probable that the anthropoid ape is capable of experiencing emotions very similar to our own. They can feel pity, affection, astonishment and--most of all--intense curiosity. Apparently, they did not fear us and were not angry with us (or even with one another, now) but their curiosity must have been tremendous. Nothing else could account for their quiet behavior under such circumstances. It might be argued that the pressure of their bonds would hurt sufficiently to enrage even the most curious brute, but I think that the pain from the wounds caused in the fight would, in _their_ opinion, account for all such discomforts. Their reasoning powers, equal to those of an eighteen months old child, were too limited to connect Stringer and myself with most of their troubles, and no doubt they still looked on us as two harmless and inoffensive females of their own species.