Arizona republican., 1891-07-12
LIKE A HUMAN BEING.

nay rroih gong III tO LOOK at hm, with his hands folded on his breast, af- ter the plaintive manner of the dead, we sat down in the one other room of the cabin and began to talk of similar scenes and similar experiences. For my own part felt bad, for had set the blast which knocked poor Jack out, and, though l was not to blame any more than a babe, wished some other hand than mine had been the innocent instru- ment of his undoing.
 There were Whistling Bill. Harry Handsome, Major Tokay and myself Each man told his pathetic story of some sad happening in the mines.
 "Gentlemen," said the major, "the dead man in there was my friend. We all saw him pass over the river, and we all took his last message to his oi1 mother back in the states. The man of us who gets there first delivers it. But talking of sad deaths, l hope l do not profane poor Jacks dumb clay when l assert that the saddest death lever wit messed was that of baboon."
 "A baboonr exclaimed everybody to- gether.
 "Yes," answered the major, "an Af- rican baboon."
 Major Tokay was the oldest man among us. He was an Englishman of the right sort. He had been an officer in the British army. When our war broke out in 1861 he came across the water, joined New York regiment, and fought his way up from the ranks to the grade and title by which we knew him. He had been all over the world several times, and was a generous and tender hearted man. He was as brave as any Englishman, and all English blood is brave.
 Sam Simpson and went to Zanzibar in 69. We crossed over to Bogomoyo and struck out for the interior, with the intention of shooting big game. Iprom- ised Sam's sister, Tillie Simpson, that we would bring her home lions hide for rug for her room. So we were after no less spoil than the king of beasts. Poor Sam was drowned in crossing one of those turbulent streams of which the Dark Continent is full. This happened hundred weary miles from anywhere, in the interior. among the niggers. buf- jed Sam under spreading palm, rolled the largest stone l could find onto his grave. and, fashioning a kind of chisel out of a heavy knife carried, carved a rude inscription upon it. Sometimes God listens to sinner, so did the best could toward sending up prayer for poor Sam's soul. ...
 Looking up I saw native woman. She had baby baboon in her hands. Will you believe it? There was some thing in the eye of that baboon that touched my heart. Now, don't think I'm fool He looked like Sam. The woman held him out to me, as if to say that could have him if I wanted him. I stretched out my hands, and the little baby baboon sprang into them as if he wished to belong to me. The first thing he did was to put his hairy arms around my neck and lay his fuzzy head against my cheek. Gentlemen, l have been af- fected in my time, but never before nor since as l was then. The more l wept the tighter the creature clung.
 'I got out of that country as soon as could, taking the baboon with me. The lion whose hide l was to take back to Tillie Simpson is still wearing it, and rubbing off the hair among the under growth in the jungles, for l gave up lion hunting, and arrived at Bogomoyo after many days of wearing marching. Gentlemen. many of you have seen lone- ly times on these mountain sides, and you can imagine how began to love that baboon, the only living thing around me except the snakes and wild beasts. When we slept he curled up against my breast, and in the morning he awakened me by his antics-a way of jumping up and down he had-and by tapping my cheeks with his little hands, as like child's as any you ever saw. When got back to Zanzibar with my Daboon, but no Sam, a man knew .aid to me:
 "'What have you done with your mater
 .The baboon was afraid of this man. He wound his little arms around my neck tight, and laid his hairy head sgaiSst my cheek. For all could do 1 couldn't keep the tears back, so said:
 This is all the mate have. shall cali him Sam. after my dead friend, who IS lying under spreading palm 100 miles inland among the niggers.'
 The man laughed, as if were de- grading poor Sam by naming baboon after him, but I had no such thought. l loved Sam, and the way this creature had come to me at his very grave, as if his spirit were in it's little body and was trying to speak, made me think it was right. think so yet, after lapse of more than twenty years. ....-.
 As l neared England Sam, the ba- boon, chung to me closer still. A good many people on shipDoald would have liked to pet him, but he wouldn't have it. He would come to nobody but me, and as the northern breezes began to strike him he clung closer than ever and shivered with the cold. showed him to Tillie Simpson in her English home and told her all But she didn't like the idea of my calling the baboon by her brothers name. That made no differ ence to me, for his memory was as close ly connected with my little companion as his own whitey- brown fuzz.
 ''One day." the majors voice dropped little, "I came home to my lodgings in the suburbs of London, and Sam lay in his little box. He did not jump up into my arms and lay his head against my face as was his habit whenever he saw