It sprung at the bars of the window, clung there, and beat its head against them till the blood came.

Then it fell to the floor, and sat upon it crying like a child, and rocking itself backwards and forwards.

It was so sad to see it that I began to cry too.
"Just then my father came in and asked what all the fuss was about.

I told him that we had caught a young white baboon, and he was angry, and said that it must be let go.

But when he looked at it through the bars of the window he nearly fell down with astonishment.
"'Why!' he said, 'this is not a baboon, it is a white child that the baboons have stolen and brought up!' "Now, Mr.Allan, whether my father is right or wrong, you can judge for yourself.