Den he would
pull me away--dis great, dark devil, mit his enormous paws shush as if I was a
child. He was not a beast, he was a man. Dis I saw pefore I know him three
months, und Bertran he haf saw the same; and Bimi, der orangoutang, haf
understood us both, mit his cigar between his big-dog teeth und der blue gum.
"I was dere a year, dere und at dere oder islands--somedimes for monkeys and
somedimes for butterflies und orchits. One time Bertran says to me dot he will
be married, because he hass found a girl dot was goot, and he inquire if this
marrying idea was right. I would not say, pecause it was not me dot was going
to be married. Den he go off courting der girl--she was a half-caste French
girl--very pretty. Haf you got a new light for my cigar? Oof! Very pretty. Only
I say 'Haf you thought of Bimi? If he pulls me away when I talk to you, what
will he do to your wife? He will pull her in pieces. If I was you, Bertran, I
would gif my wife for wedding present der stuff figure of Bimi.' By dot time I
bad learned somedings about der monkey peoples. 'Shoot him?' says Bertran. 'He
is your beast,' I said; "if he was mine he would be shot now.'
"Den I felt at der back of my neck der fingers of Bimi. Mein Gott! I tell you
dot he talked through dose fingers.
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