During the afternoon he walked steadily, but not so fast that he
would get exhausted quickly, and when by the position of the sun
he judged that it was noon he lay down on a mossy bank to rest.
He was beginning to feel sad again. He had found no more berries,
and the elation which had been caused by his breakfast and his
bath was quickly passing away. The old monkey was in a tree almost
directly above his head, stretched out on one of the limbs in the
most contented manner possible; and as Toby watched him, and thought
of all the trouble he had caused by wasting the food, thoughts of
starvation again came into his mind, and he believed that he should
not live to see Uncle Daniel again.
Just as he was feeling the most sad and lonely, and where thoughts
of death from starvation were most vivid in his mind, he heard the
barking of a dog, which sounded close at hand.
His first thought was that at last he was saved, and he was just
starting to his feet to shout for help when he heard the sharp
report of a gun and an agonizing cry from the branches above, and
the old monkey fell to the ground with a thud that told he had
received his death wound.
All this had taken place so quickly that Toby did not at first
comprehend the extent of the misfortune which had overtaken him;
but a groan from the poor monkey, as he placed one little brown paw
to his breast, from which the blood was flowing freely, and looked
up into his master's face with a most piteous expression, showed
the poor little boy what a great trouble it was which had now come.
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