It lost all appetite for its food, and, after lingering for a week a most pitiable object, died, after being in my possession nearly three months.

I much regretted the loss of my little pet, which I had at one time looked forward to bringing up to years of maturity, and taking home to England.
For several months it had afforded me daily amusement by its curious ways and the inimitably ludicrous expression of its little countenance.
Its weight was three pounds nine ounces, its height fourteen inches, and the spread of its arms twenty-three inches.

I preserved its skin and skeleton, and in doing so found that when it fell from the tree it must have broken an arm and a leg, which had, however, united so rapidly that I had only noticed the hard swellings on the limbs where the irregular junction of the bones had taken place.
Exactly a week after I had caught this interesting little animal, I succeeded in shooting a full-grown male Orangutan.

I had just come home from an entomologising excursion when Charles [Charles Allen, an English lad of sixteen, accompanied me as an assistant] rushed in out of breath with running and excitement, and exclaimed, interrupted by gasps, "Get the gun, sir,--be quick,--such a large Mias!" "Where is it ?" I asked, taking hold of my gun as I spoke, which happened luckily to have one barrel loaded with ball.

"Close by, sir--on the path to the mines--he can't get away." Two Dyaks chanced to be in the house at the time, so I called them to accompany me, and started off, telling Charley to bring all the ammunition after me as soon as possible.