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dogs one had to spring about the flat rocks and the loose 
stones. 
The formation of the hill was very remarkable. We found 
rocks of the most extraordinary shapes, many of them like 
large mushrooms. Below them all was hollowed out and 
traversed by passages, and through the clefts and wide cracks, 
which had to be jumped, we often caught a glimpse of the 
dark tunnels in which the dachshunds were hunting, and out 
of which they now and again crept. 
In front of one of these countless fissures the dogs gave 
tongue, and then vanished into the rock, and a few seconds 
afterwards a Lynx came bounding out of its hiding-place. I 
was standing on a projection, under which it would have to 
pass, and at my first shot it doubled up, but pulled itself 
together again, and had to be finished off with a second dose 
of B.B. It was a very powerful grey-coloured beast with 
tufted ears—a true African Desert Lynx, larger and stronger 
than its European congener. 
The Grand Duke had meanwhile been trying the opposite 
side of the hill and had seen two lynxes, but the glimpses that 
he had got of them were so momentary that shooting was out 
of the question. We met at the prearranged point, and now 
worked the ground together with all the dachshunds. 
The merry music of the dogs was soon heard again, and 
we hurried forward ; but unfortunately my uncle, whose turn 
it was to shoot, did not get over the stones fast enough, so the 
lynx left its cover unmolested and disappeared again among 
the rocks. The dogs followed the trail over these shelving 
obstructions as well as their short legs would let them, and in 
a few minutes they began baying in front of a bolt-hole 
which ran underneath a great mass of rock, on the other side 
of which was the wide entrance to the den. With a little 
persuasion several of them pressed into the dark tunnel, 
where they seemed to pen the lynx into a sort of blind alley, 
