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hill he came straight to the pool beneath my feet. 

 Yoick to him ! Hark forward to him ! and I gave a 

 view halloa till my lungs had well-nigh cracked. I 

 had lost sight of him, as he had taken to water in the 

 pool within the jungle. 



One more halloa ! and out came the gallant old 

 fellow Smut from the jungle, on the exact line that the 

 elk had taken. On he came, bounding along the rough 

 side of the hill like a lion, followed by only two dogs — 

 Dan, a pointer (since killed by a leopard), and Cato, 

 a young dog who had never yet seen an elk. The 

 remainder of the pack had taken after a doe that had 

 crossed the scent, and they were now running in a 

 different direction. I now imagined that the elk had 

 gone down the ravine to the lower plains by some run 

 that might exist along the edge of the cliff, and accord- 

 ingly I started off along a deer-path through the 

 jungle, to arrive at the lower plains by the shortest 

 road that I could make. 



Hardly had I run a hundred yards, when I heard 

 the ringing of the bay and the deep voice of Smut, 

 mingled with the roar of the waterfall, to which I had 

 been running parallel. Instantly changing my course, 

 I was in a few moments on the bank of the river just 

 above the fall. There stood the buck at bay in a large 

 pool about three feet deep, where the dogs could only 

 advance by swimming. Upon my jumping into the pool, 

 he broke his bay, and, dashing through the dogs, he 



