100 INDIAN BIG GAME cnAP.ix 



After my return, the end of October, I did 

 very little shooting, just sufficient to test my 

 rifles. On Christmas Day I bagged a jungle 

 sheep or barking deer, which latter very nearly 

 did for " Bully," my bull terrier. I had wounded 

 the sheep, and my dog, which I always had led at 

 heel, broke away and took up the tracks and soon 

 commenced to bay some distance ahead. When 

 I reached the place the sight that met my eyes 

 was horrible. There were " Bully " and the deer 

 facing each other — the former dripping in his own 

 blood and great flaps of skin dangling from his 

 side and belly. Even as I reached them I saw 

 the enraged sheep butt forward, bowling the dog 

 over, and before he could recover, cutting down 

 at him with the two long tushes that are situated 

 on each side of the upper jaw. " Bully " stuck to 

 his guns like a good one, and only lay down, 

 utterly done from loss of blood, after I had 

 grassed his antagonist. I thought I would never 

 get the dog back to camp, as his bowels were 

 exposed in two places, besides his being covered 

 with wounds on the back, shoulders, and every- 

 where. On reaching the camp I had the worst 

 wounds sewn up, and putting him into my 

 mosquito curtain, hammockwise, had him carried 

 up to the estate. In about a month's time he 

 was as keen and well as ever, and not the least 

 cowed by his bad treatment, as he tackled several 

 jungle sheep and got wounded twice again; but 

 I think it made him a trifle more cautious. 



