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ing hare. Quickened by my cries and those of 

 the animal, the doctor soon came up with the 

 light, and found me waltzing about on the hurri- 

 cane-deck of a large grey fox, for all the world 

 a prototype of our American grey or "woods 

 grey" fox. Why it did not bite my legs I can- 

 not understand. We put it out of its misery 

 immediately and were greatly pleased with our 

 success so early in the hunt. 



It would be a serious breach of a field natu- 

 ralist's etiquette not to mention that this fox 

 proved to be a new species, and was named by 

 Doctor Miller, of the National Museum, Otocyon 

 virgatus. 



We both realised that killing animals in this 

 manner was all luck, and that in order to make 

 our aim true every time we must devise some 

 way of casting the light along the gun-barrels so 

 as to reveal the sight. After a little experi- 

 menting we found that by holding the lantern in 

 the left hand and resting the gun on our wrist 

 we could twist the lantern so that the rays would 

 strike the barrels and show the animal's eyes at 

 the same time. Aiming, then, was quite as easy 

 as in broad daylight. 



Having but one lantern, it was now the doc- 



