CHAPTER VIII.

MEERKATS.

Meerkats plentiful in the Karroo--Their appearance--Intelligence

--Fearlessness--Friendship for dogs--A meerkat in England--Meerkat

an inveterate thief--An owl in Tangier--Taming full-grown meerkat

--Tiny twins--A sad accident--Different characters of meerkats--

The turkey-herd--Bob and the meerkat--"The Mouse."

The little meerkats were surely created for the express purpose of

being made into pet animals. Certainly no prettier or funnier little

live toys could possibly be imagined. Nearly every homestead in the

Karroo has its tame meerkat, or more likely two or three, all as much

petted and indulged, and requiring as much looking after, as spoilt and

mischievous children. In their wild state, these little creatures are

gregarious, and live, like the prairie-dogs and biscachas of the

Western Continent, in deep holes underground, feeding chiefly on

succulent bulbs, which they scratch up with the long, curved, black

claws on their fore-feet. They are devoted sun-worshippers; and in the

early morning, before it is daylight, they emerge from their burrows,

and wait in rows till their divinity appears, when they bask joyfully

in his beams. They are very numerous in the Karroo; and as you ride or

drive along through the _veldt_ you often come upon little colonies of

them, sitting up sunning themselves, and looking, in their quaint and

pretty favourite attitude, like tiny dogs begging. As you approach,

they look at you fearlessly and impudently, allowing you to come quite

close; then, when their confiding manner has tempted you to get down in

the wild hope of catching one of them, suddenly all pop so swiftly into

their little holes, that they seem to have disappeared by magic.

[Illustration: A MEERKAT.]

There are two kinds of meerkats; one red, with a bushy tail like that

of a squirrel, the other grey, with a pointed tail, and it is this

latter kind which makes so charming a pet. The quaint, old-fashioned

little fellow is as neatly made as a small bird; his coat, of the

softest fur, with markings not unlike those of a tabby cat, is always

well kept and spotlessly clean; his tiny feet, ears, and nose are all

most daintily and delicately finished off; and the broad circle of

black bordering his large dark eyes serves, like the antimony of an

Egyptian beauty, to enhance the size and brilliancy of the orbs. A

curious kind of seam, starting from the middle of his chin and running

underneath him the whole length of his body, gives him somewhat the

appearance of a stuffed animal which has not been very carefully sewn

up. His bright, pretty little face is capable of assuming the greatest

variety of expressions, that which it most frequently wears when in

repose being a contented, self-satisfied smirk; impudence and

independence displaying themselves at the same time in every line of

his plump little figure. With his large, prominent forehead, giving

evidence of the ample brain within, one need not, perhaps, wonder at

his being one of the most sagacious of animals; although it is

certainly almost startling to find all the intelligence of a dog in a

wee thing which you can put in your pocket, or which, if buttoned up on

a cold day inside the breast of your ulster, is as likely as not, when

tired of that retreat, to squirm out down your sleeve. He is absolutely

without fear; and with consummate coolness and audacity will walk up to

the largest and most forbidding-looking dog, although a perfect

stranger to him, and, carefully investigating the intruder on all sides

with great curiosity, express disgust and defiance in a succession of

little, short, sharp barks--"quark! quark! quark!" He is soon on the

friendliest terms with all the resident dogs in the place; showing a

marked preference for those possessing soft, long-haired coats, on

which he evidently looks as a provision of nature existing solely for

his benefit, and in which, like the little Sybarite that he is, he

nestles luxuriously on cold days, chattering and scolding indignantly,

with a vicious display of teeth, if the dog, getting up and going away,

rudely disturbs his nap. Out of doors he is the inseparable satellite

of the dog; and during strolls about the farm--in which, by-the-by, one

is often attended by a motley crew of furred and feathered friends--the

meerkat is sure to be seen following immediately in the wake of the

dog, as closely as the latter follows master and mistress. Even a good

long walk does not seem to tire his strong little legs, or, at any

rate, if it does he is too plucky to give in and turn back, and as long

as the dog keeps going on, he valiantly follows every _détour_ of that

animal's erratic course. Often, when starting for a ride or drive, we

have been obliged to shut up our meerkat, so determined was he to come

with us.

The astonishment of dogs in England at a meerkat brought home by us was

most amusing. They would run after him, apparently taking him for some

kind of rat; and when, to their amazement, instead of running away, he

boldly trotted up to them, and, calmly and somewhat contemptuously

surveying them, began to beg, they would hang their heads and draw

back, with looks plainly expressive of their opinion that he was "no

canny." It was fortunate for him that he inspired them with such awe,

for otherwise he would certainly have died the death of a rat on one of

the numerous occasions when he got away and wandered on his own account

through the Kentish village where we were staying. The human natives

whose cottages and shops he invaded, and to whom, with patronizing

coolness and colonial absence of ceremony, he introduced himself, were

scarcely less puzzled than the dogs at the queer animal we had brought

from "foreign parts."

Every meerkat is an inveterate little thief; and if you leave him for

one instant where a meal is prepared, you are sure on returning to see

him jump guiltily off the table and make for the nearest hiding-place,

chattering triumphantly as he goes, like a blackbird caught stealing

fruit; an overturned milk-jug, dishes rifled of their contents, and

sticky trails of butter, jam, or gravy across the tablecloth,

proclaiming how profitably he has used his opportunity. He revels in

mischief; and the reckless destructiveness in which he indulges, with

no possibility of advantage to himself, but just for the fun of the

thing, often brings you to the end of your patience. You vow that you

will endure him no longer. You must get rid of him. The great Newton

himself could not have pardoned such a constantly-offending Diamond.

But the little rogue knows what is passing through your mind; and he

knows, too, how to get on the right side of you. He assumes his

prettiest attitude and his most benevolent smile; and as he sits bolt

upright, turning his little head from side to side with quick, jerky

movements, calling to you in the softest and sweetest of the numerous

voices with which nature has endowed him, he is so irresistibly comical

that, whatever he may have done, you cannot find it in your heart to be

wroth with him very long. He is soon restored to favour; and then, to

express his extreme contentment, he goes and lies flat on his stomach

in the sunshine, with his legs stretched out straight. He is so flat

that he seems all poured out over the ground, and looks like an empty

skin. What becomes of his bones on these occasions is a constant source

of wonder.

The only other creature I have seen capable of so entirely changing its

form at a moment's notice was a little owl we have since had in

Tangier. This was a delightful pet, full of character and intelligence,

though but a tiny thing not more than four inches high--a good part of

this height consisting of the two long, ear-like tufts of feathers on

the head. The absurd little fellow, who looked like one of the owl

pepper-pots come to life, had many amusing ways; but what delighted us

most about him was the startling abruptness with which not only his

manner, but his whole appearance, even his shape, would change as if by

magic, according to his frame of mind. He would sit, for instance, in a

contemplative attitude, his eyes sleepily half-closed, his "ears"

sticking up very straight, and his body looking extremely long and

thin, as long as no one was interfering with him; but once disturb his

repose, and instantly he would change his shape and become a fat little

ball of soft fluffiness;--a grey powder-puff--with no ears visible, and

two great yellow eyes glaring at you with the most ireful expression.

Unfortunately, relying too much on the tameness of our owl, and fearful

of spoiling his beauty, we neglected the precaution of cutting one of

his wings, in consequence of which we were one day left lamenting this

prettiest of North African pets; and though we tried hard to procure

another, explaining, with the little amount of Spanish at our command,

to all the small boys in Tangier that we wanted "_un pajarito con

orejas_" ("a little bird with ears,") we never looked upon his like

again, and I imagine he must have been an uncommon bird.

The best chance of capturing full-grown meerkats is when, during long

droughts, little companies of them are travelling in search of water;

they often have to go long distances, and when they are thus far from

their holes it is possible, though by no means easy, to run one down.

In a few days, even if quite old when caught, a meerkat will know his

name, come to you when called, or at least answer you with a little

soft, bird-like note from whatever corner of the room he may be hiding

in; scramble up into your lap, eat out of your hand, and altogether be

nearly as tame as one which has been brought up in the house from

infancy; though of course there is always the chance that, knowing the

joys of liberty, he may some day, like the owl, take it into his head

to desert.

T----, riding one day, and encountering a little travelling party of

meerkats, gave chase on horseback. One of the animals, a very large,

fat one, made for a hole, but found it a tight fit. He stuck fast, and

T---- pulled him out ignominiously by the tail, and rode off with him.

The mare--a wild, half-broken young thing--was so mad with fright at

the way in which the little fury, though tethered by a handkerchief,

dashed about, scratching and tearing at her sides, that she bolted all

the way home. And when T---- set the new inmate down on the floor of

the sitting-room, where it stood at bay, snarling savagely at us, it

seemed about as unpromising a specimen on which to exercise our powers

of taming animals as could well be imagined. But, refusing to be

daunted, we began by tying our captive to the leg of the table, where

he had to accustom himself to seeing us constantly passing and

repassing; and though at first he tried to fly at us every time we came

near, he soon saw that we had no evil designs against him, and was

reassured by our careful avoidance of abrupt movements and sudden

noises--most important of all rules to be observed in taming wild

creatures. In a few hours he was sufficiently at home to drink

milk--though cautiously and watchfully--from a teaspoon held out to

him; and in four days he was following us about the house like a little

dog.

This meerkat, the largest and handsomest we have ever seen, cannot have

been anything less than the chief of his tribe. His powerful, tusk-like

teeth, his unusually broad and capacious forehead, his superior

intelligence, even for so clever a creature as a meerkat, all

proclaimed him born to command. When one day he repaid the care and

affection of many weeks by cruelly and ungratefully leaving us, we felt

little doubt that, after giving civilization a fair trial, and

comparing it with his old life, he had decided in favour of the latter,

and started off home. We have often wondered whether he succeeded in

finding his way back to his subterranean kingdom. And if so, did he

find his subjects still faithful? or was he forgotten, and did another

king reign in his stead?

One evening, when the men returned from the camps, one of the

ostrich-herds displayed, nestling together in the palm of his hand, two

baby meerkats, no larger than good fat mice, which he had caught in the

veldt. Rewarding the captor, in the usual Karroo style of barter, with

a pound of coffee, we took possession of his prize; and though at first

our chance of rearing the tiny animals seemed doubtful, they

flourished, grew up into fine specimens of their kind, and were among

the most amusing of all our pets. They looked like a perfectly-matched

pair of little images with heads moving by clockwork, as they stood,

bolt upright, in their favourite places, one against each door-post,

and, critically surveying the view with an air of never having seen it

before, revelled in the hot sunshine which came pouring in through the

open doorway.

Unlike "birds in their little nests," and more after the unamiable

fashion of human twins--who generally have to be sent to separate

schools--they got on very badly together; and their frequent fights

displayed most comically the strong contrast of the two energetic

little characters. One of them was selfish and greedy, and, however

liberal the supply of food presented--even though it were three times

as much as he could possibly eat--always wanted all for himself.

Jumping into the middle of the plate, he would stand--a miniature dog

in the manger--noisily defending the contents against his gentler

brother, whom he would attack and bite savagely if he ventured near.

The other was a far nobler and finer character; and, though he too

could "bark and bite" on occasion in an equally unbrotherly manner, it

was no such base, material cause of jealousy which impelled him to do

battle. Our notice and our affection were what _he_ wanted all for

himself; and so bitterly did he resent every kind word, every slightest

caress bestowed on his companion, that it was the instant signal for

war, and, flying at the other, he would attack him as vengefully as he

in his turn was attacked at feeding-time.

Both brothers were on terms of insolent and contemptuous familiarity

with Toto; on whom they looked as their slave, whom they made the butt

for their jokes, and in the soft warmth of whose coat they slept as on

the most luxurious of fur rugs. And when _he_ wanted to sleep and

_they_ did not, how they relished the fun of keeping him awake against

his will! What riotous games they would have, chasing each other

backwards and forwards across his recumbent form, pulling his poor

tired eyes open with their mischievous black claws, scratching and

tickling his nose to make him sneeze, and trying their hardest to

burrow into his ear or his mouth. One snap of his powerful jaws, and

their frivolous career would promptly have been cut short; but the good

old dog--who, in spite of all their teasing, loved the troublesome

imps--submitted patiently, though they did make his eyes water.

One day, alas! tired out with play, they were comfortably nestling

close up against their big friend's side, and all three were taking

their afternoon nap. Perhaps Toto had a disturbing dream, perhaps the

flies bothered him and made him restless,--at any rate during his sleep

he rolled over on to one of the meerkats--our favourite, of

course--and, all unconscious of what he was doing, crushed and

suffocated the poor little fellow. Though no one thought of blaming

Toto for what was purely accidental, he instantly and completely

realized that he had caused the death; and as we stood lamenting over

the flattened little body, the poor old dog's distress was most

pathetic. He seemed quite overcome with shame; and as he stole from one

of us to the other, timidly licking our hands, his expressive face

pleaded eloquently for the forgiveness he had no need to ask. With all

our efforts to reassure him it was a long time before his sensitive

conscience recovered from the shock. The surviving little brother lived

to a good old age, came home with us, and succumbed at last to the

severities of an English winter.

The variety of character in our numerous meerkats formed quite an

amusing study. They differed as much as human beings, and among them

all there was but one which was stupid. He, poor fellow, met with

injuries in early life at the hands of one of the cruel boys who looked

after the little ostriches; who, in a passion with him for getting in

the way, picked him up and flung him across the kitchen. He landed in a

saucepan, received spinal damage, and grew up stunted in mind and body.

And when, one day, he came suddenly to his end by tumbling into that

disappointing fountain-basin of which mention has been made, we felt

that on the whole it was rather a happy release.

One of our meerkats was the devoted ally of the turkeys, and would go

out into the _veldt_ with them every day; accompanying them on all

their wanderings, and apparently looking upon himself as their herd. He

would come trotting home with them in the evening, full of his own

importance, and evidently taking to himself the credit of having

brought them all safely back.

Another was fond of rambling off all by himself, sometimes going a very

long way from home. On one occasion some friends from a distant farm,

driving to call on us, saw near the road what they took for a wild

meerkat, and set their collie at it. But animals have a wonderful

instinct for detecting the difference between tame and wild creatures;

and good Bob, dearly though he loved a scamper after any of the

swift-footed denizens of the _veldt_, saw at once that this was not

lawful game. So, instead of the expected chase, there was a friendly

and demonstrative greeting between the two animals. The dog stood

wagging his tail at the meerkat, the meerkat sat up "quarking" at the

dog, and our friends, guessing that the little creature belonged to us,

took him up into their Cape cart, and brought him to his home.

Another meerkat, being so incorrigibly savage that handling him was

always attended with serious damage to the fingers, had to wear a

muzzle, improvised for him by T---- out of one of the little wire

baskets made for the spouts of teapots.

Another, though young and tiny, was a born tyrant; displaying the most

overbearing and imperious of characters. In company with two full-grown

meerkats, we brought him to England; the trio being taken on board the

steamer in a large birdcage. There, however, owing to the truculent

conduct of "the Mouse," as we called the little one, it was soon found

impossible for all three to remain together; and separate quarters had

to be provided for the two older animals. For the impudent mite, hardly

out of babyhood, domineered over his seniors in most lordly fashion;

forbidding them to take their share of the food, and dancing and

jumping excitedly in the dish if they ventured to approach it; while

they, although they could easily have made short work of the Mouse,

calmly submitted; enduring his tyranny with that wonderful patience and

forbearance so often shown by animals to one another under provocation

which we human beings would bitterly resent. Perhaps they were overawed

by the antics of the pugnacious atom, and thought he was not quite

canny; or perhaps they looked leniently on his conduct as on that of a

spoilt child accustomed to be humoured.

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