"How very like a human being it is," observed Courtenay; "it appears only to want speech--it's really excessively annoying." "Rather mortifying to our pride, I grant," replied Macallan. "That's exactly what I mean." Seymour tore up his handkerchief for bandages, and the monkey was consigned to the care of a native. (_Par parenthese_, it eventually recovered; and from the peculiarity of its history, and the request of Seymour, was allowed by Captain M--- to remain on board of the frigate, where it became a great favourite. HIGH CASTE, on the contrary, disappeared a few days after his reception, having been thrown overboard by some of the people that he had bitten, and Captain M--- made no inquiries after him. So much for the two monkeys.) By this time the natives had collected the game, which was carried in procession before the officers. The leopards and panthers, which they skinned and rudely stuffed with grass, in an incredibly short time, leading the procession, followed by the wild boars, deer, and antelopes, each carried between two men, slung under bamboos, which rested on their shoulders. The procession having passed in review before them, continued its course to the town, followed by crowds of people who had come out to join the sport. "Gentlemen, like dine here?" inquired the interpreter--"soon make dinner ready, but no ab tent." "Thanks to _you_, doctor, they won't trust us with another. I vote we dine here; for I am hungry enough to eat a buffalo, without anchovy sauce--eh, Mr Prose? Let us dine under yon acacia, on the little mount. There is a fine breeze blowing, and plenty of shade from the tree." Courtenay's proposal was agreed to, and the interpreter gave the directions. He then told the doctor, that if Saib wished to see snake-man, he come now, and bring very fine snake. The man made his appearance, holding in his hand a small earthen chatty, or pot, in which he had confined the snake, covered over with a linen rag. He exchanged a few sentences with the interpreter, who explained that "man not afraid of bite of snake, and if gentleman give him rupee, he let snake bite him--man eat herb, same as little beast that kill snake." "Oh, that plant that the ichneumon resorts to when bitten," exclaimed Macallan. "This will be a most curious fact, and I must witness it. Interpreter, tell him that I will reward him handsomely." "How does he catch the snakes?" inquired Seymour. "Blow little pipe, sar," replied the interpreter, pointing to a small reed, perforated with five or six holes, suspended by a string to the man's neck; "snake like music."