Throughout the whole of our African adventures I think that none had been as trying and nerve-racking as the present. It was a terrible strain to keep still and silent when we might have been gambolling in the open, calling for male companionship. Every jungle sound, too, was magnified by our alert brains into something of tremendous importance. A cracking twig or branch immediately betokened the hesitating steps of some curious gorilla. An unusual cry or movement on the part of Willie was instantly interpreted as a sign that he had seen or heard one of his kinsfolk. Our disappointments were innumerable, and our faith in the gorilla's "human" nature was being undermined with every passing minute. It was inconceivable that none of Willie's own people had heard his cries. Why, then, had they not answered? Were they so utterly inhuman that no appeal, however pitiful, could penetrate their selfishness? I half expected such depravity of the males, but I could not bring myself to believe it of the females. Nchago had told me that he once saw a mother gorilla tenderly stroking the head of her child as it fed at her breast. If she could do that, why could she not understand and respond to Little Willie's cries for maternal comfort? Were the gorilla's nobler instincts confined solely to its own children? At three o'clock in the afternoon I lost hope completely and grew reckless enough to stretch my arms and legs. In sympathy, Croft did likewise. "Confound these shy and sensitive females. . . ." he whispered. "There's only half-an-hour left." As if he were able to read our thoughts and was very anxious to help us, Little Willie threw back his head and gave a great cry of distress--a sort of last whining appeal to the better nature of his male and female relations in general. In the ensuing silence, it seemed as though the whole jungle was listening--and hesitating. Not a tree moved; not a branch; not a leaf. Coincidental as it must have been, that childlike wail of anguish was followed by all nature suddenly becoming inanimate. Even Croft and I had turned to stone, so expectant were we, so convinced of the imminence of great events. Then the tension relaxed. A neighboring tree stirred, a small, brightly colored bird flew by with a startled tweet, twigs began cracking, and Little Willie ran along on all fours until he was roughly pulled up by the jerk of his fully-extended chain. Back again in the opposite direction he scampered, excitedly muttering to himself the while. There was now no doubt whatever that his quick eyes had seen something. He emitted a long drawn "_Hoo--oo--oo! . . ._" repeated it, and finally lost his self-control in a fit of gibbering ecstasy.