know, when they want to do that form a living chain. The first one hooks his tail around the limb and holds on to the others, each one holding the other’s tall. They get to swinging, and when they have swung out far enough the lowest one grabs a limb on the other side and the whole bunch swings over.     “Here was a string of them twenty-five feet long. One more swing and they would catch the limb on the other side. As they swung back I grabbed hold of the lowest monkey, gave a long run with the string to help them along; and swung out with all my strength over the stream, which was thirty feet wide, just as the snake made a dart at me.     “When we wore high over the other bank I let go and shot in a parabolic curve into the mud on the further side. My first act was to stick my tongue out at Mr. Constrictor whose grin had disappeared.     “In fact, he was so surprised he didn’t notice the monkeys as they, swung back, and they bumped him square in the face. It must have hurt him, for he limped off into the woods with his tail between his—I mean he acted as if he wore quite done up, you know.     “One more swing and the monkeys came over. They began to rub their tails as soon as they landed, for I guess my extra weight must have stretched them some, what?”     From— Sunday Times (Sydney, NSW : 1895 - 1930), 17 Apr 1910. Trove. National Library of Australia.