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out of the water, we found that he had been cruelly 

 lacerated by the hounds. It appeared to me that they 

 had endeavored to hamstring hhn. His hind legs, 

 haunches, and belly were dreadfully torn ; he had lost 

 half his tail, and was otherwise mutilated. Poor old 

 bull ! I could not help commiserating his fate. It is 

 melancholy to reflect that, in accordance with the laws 

 of nature, such scenes of pain must ever be occurring ; 

 one species, whether inhabiting earth, air, or ocean, 

 being produced to become the prey of another. At 

 night I watched the water, with fairish moonlight, and 

 shot a large spotted hysena. 



I continued here hunting hartebeests until the 21st, 

 when I inspanned at an early hour, and trekked due 

 east till sundown, when I halted near a small fountain 

 of fine water, having performed a march of about twen- 

 ty-five miles. Our road lay through a wild, uninhab- 

 ited country, producing sweet grass in abundance, but 

 destitute of water. On the morning of the 22d, hav- 

 ing breakfasted, I rode southwest, with after-riders, 

 and found the game abundant, but wild and shy, hav- 

 ing been recently hunted by Boers. 



distance. It very much resembles the second note uttered by the 

 cuckoo which visits our islands during the summer months, and, when 

 heard in a calm morning echoing tlu'ough the distant woodlands, it has 

 a very pleasing effect. They treat all domestic dogs, however large 

 and fierce, with the utmost scorn, waiting to receive their attack, and 

 then, clannishly assisting one another, they generally rend them ia 

 pieces. The domestic dogs most cordially reciprocate their animosity, 

 and abhor their very voices, at what distance soever heard, even mora 

 than that of the lion, starting to tlieir feet, and angrily barking for hours. 

 This interesting though desti'uctive animal seems to form the connect" 

 ing link between the wolf and the hyaena. 



