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I had met Edna briefly before she reached the reserve, but there was much still to tell her about the work she was to do. On her first evening we talked for hours.

Edna longed to know more about the chimps. "I'm so looking forward to meeting David, William, and Goliath," she said.

We had to tell her William was no more—dear old William, clown of chimpland, with drooping lower lip and scarred upper one. His cough had become steadily worse, and then he stopped coming. After eight weeks we gave up hope—we never saw him again.

Hugo brought out our "portrait gallery" of chimpanzee photographs to show Edna how the individual faces differ.

"You'll probably find that they all look much alike at first," he told her, "but after a while you'll identify each of them easily."

"You can also recognize a chimp by the way he walks and by his voice," I added. "Each has completely individual traits."

Slowly we turned the pages of the album, pausing at the more important characters.

"He shouldn't be hard to recognize," said Edna, pointing to a picture of Mr. McGregor. "He looks as if he has a monk's tonsure."

Indeed, with his bare crown and bald neck and shoulders and his fondness for walking upright, Mr. McGregor looks rather like a strange old man of the forest.

We came to a picture of Mr. Worzle—one of the most unusual chimpanzees we have known. Mr. Worzle has eyes resembling those of man. In other chimps that part of the eyeball surrounding the iris is heavily pigmented and brown; in Mr. Worzle's eyes it is white, as in a human's.

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