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dogs were yelling at him from the bank. The instant 

 that we arrived and cheered them on, old Smut came 

 from the pack toward us with an expression of perfect 

 delight ; he gave himself two or three rolls*on the 

 grass, and then went to the fight like a lion. The 

 buck, however, suddenly astonished the whole pack by 

 jumping out of the river, and, charging right through 

 them, he started over the plain toward the jungle, with 

 the whole pack after him. He had refreshed himself 

 by standing for so long in the cold stream, while the 

 dogs, on the contrary, were nearly worn out. He 

 reached the jungle with the whole pack at his heels ; 

 but after doubling backward and forward in the forest 

 for about five minutes, we heard the crash in the 

 bushes as he once more rushed toward the plain, and 

 he broke cover in fine style, with the three grayhounds, 

 Bran, Lucifer and Lena, at his haunches. In another 

 instant he was seized, but he fell with such a shock 

 that it threw the grayhounds from their hold, and re- 

 covering himself with wonderful quickness, he went 

 down the slope toward the river at a tremendous pace. 

 The grayhounds overtook him just as he gained the 

 steep bank of the river, and they all rolled over in a 

 confused crowd into the deep water. 



The next moment the buck was seen swimming 

 proudly down the river, with the whole pack follow- 

 ing him down the stream in full cry. Presently he 

 gained his footing, and, disdaining further flight, he 

 turned bravely upon the hounds. 



He was a splendid fellow ; his nostrils were dis- 

 tended, his mane was bristled up, and his eyes flashed, 

 as, rearing to his full height he plunged forward and 

 struck the leading dogs under the water. Not a dog 



