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ried away in the jaws of the leopard, his teeth deep into 
my body, as the thing might well have happened. I won- 
dered why it had not, and promised myself to be more 
careful in future. Then I remembered how tired I felt 
before I went to sleep. 
If the goat had not been carried away I should 
certainly have thought that I never had fallen asleep. 
As I learned more about leopards I found they do 
not generally leave their lairs before one o’clock, unless 
pressed by hunger. 
Sorrow soon afterward came in that village—a 1 woman 
was killed on the roadside by some unknown enemy: 
the villagers retaliated and went and laid in ambush and 
killed some one belonging to another village; the whole 
country had been involved in war for some time, and as 
it was unsafe to walk anywhere, I concluded to leave 
the poor deluded people who had been very kind to me. 
So, after packing my collections of specimens of Natural 
History, I bade them a friendly farewell. 
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