One of them alone is capable of
producing all these sounds; and the anatomists on an inspection of his
trachea will be fully satisfied that this is the case. When you look at
him, as he is sitting on the branch of a tree, you will see a lump in his
throat the size of a large hen's egg. In dark and cloudy weather, and just
before a squall of rain, this monkey will often howl in the daytime; and if
you advance cautiously, and get under the high and tufted tree where he is
sitting, you may have a capital opportunity of witnessing his wonderful
powers of producing these dreadful and discordant sounds.
His flesh is good food; but when skinned his appearance is so like that of
a young one of our own species that a delicate stomach might possibly
revolt at the idea of putting a knife and fork into it. However, I can
affirm from experience that, after a long and dreary march through these
remote forests, the flesh of this monkey is not to be sneezed at when
boiled in cayenne-pepper or roasted on a stick over a good fire.
Pages:
356
357
358
359
360
361
362
363
364
365
366
367
368
369
370
371
372
373
374
375
376
377
378
379
380