180 AFRICAN CAMP FIRES. 



Wayward was a perfect gentleman, and he 

 played the game according to the very best 

 traditions. He conscientiously pointed every 

 bird he could get his nose on. Furthermore he 

 was absolutely staunch, and held his point even 

 when the four non-bird dogs rushed in ahead 

 of him. The expression of puzzlement, grief, 

 shock, and sadness in his eyes deepened as bird 

 after bird soared away without a shot. Girlie 

 was more liberal-minded. She pointed her birds, 

 and backed Wayward at need, but when the 

 other dogs rushed her point, she rushed too. 

 And when we swept on by her, leaving her on 

 point, instead of holding it quixotically, as did 

 Wayward, until the bird sneaked away, she 

 merely waited until we were out of sight, and 

 then tried to catch it. Finally Captain D. re- 

 marked that, lions or no lions, he was not going 

 to stand it any longer. He got out a shotgun, 

 and all one afternoon killed grouse over Way- 

 ward, to the latter's intense relief. His ideals 

 had been rehabilitated. 



