Tales of the Malayan Coast _ From Penang t - Rounsevelle Wildman

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slip away to her bureau, and such a mess as he would make of her ribbons and
laces!


I think he liked the servants better than he did us. He would dance and turn
handsprings and salaam for them, but never for the mistress or myself. Such
tricks, he seemed to think, were beneath his new position in society.


He had a standing grudge against me, however, for insisting on his bath in the
big Shanghai jar every day, and took delight in rolling in the red dust of the road
the moment he was through.


It was not long before he had a feud with the monkeys in the trees, back of the
house. He would stand on the ground, within easy reach of the house, and as
saucily as you please, till they were worked up into a white heat of rage over his
remarks.


Once he caught a baby monkey that had become entangled in the wiry lallang
grass under the trees, and dragged it screeching into the house. Before we could
get to him he had nearly drowned it by treating it to a bath,β€”an act, I suppose,
intended to convey to me his opinion of my humane efforts to keep him clean.


I expected as a matter of course to lose another pair of shoes or something, in
payment for this unneighborly behavior, but the colony in the trees seemed to
know that I was innocent. It was not long before they caught the true culprit, and
gave him such a beating that he was quiet and subdued for days.


But Lepas was a lovable little fellow with all his mischief. Every afternoon when
I came home from the office, tired out with the heat and the fierce glare of the
sun, he would hop over to my chair, whistle soothingly, and make funny little
chirrups with his lips, until I noticed him.


Then he would crawl quietly up the legs of the chair until he reached my
shoulder, where he would commence with his cool little fingers to inspect my
eyes and nose, and to pick over carefully each hair of my mustache and head.


So we forgave him when he pulled all the feathers out of a ring-dove that was a
valued present from an old native rajah; when he turned lamp-oil into the ice
cream, and when he broke a rare Satsuma bowl in trying to catch a lizard. He

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