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having a water-tank for them, and providing them daily with 

 fish, poor " Kelpie," the female, like most pets, came to an 

 untimely end. She was seized with some affection of the 

 loins, and died. " Brownie," the dog, also had an attack of 

 the same kind, from which he recovered ; but he grew so ill- 

 tempered after his bereavement that I was obliged to part 

 with him. 



At that time I possessed another pet, in the shape of a 

 tame pea-fowl, which always showed a strange animosity 

 towards the otters. If it ever caught sight of them outside 

 the house, it at once went straight for them, when they 

 promptly beat a hasty retreat indoors. But let us hie to 

 the wilder parts of the valley. 



Although hunting on elephants in the forests and swamps 

 of Dehra Doon or the Terai cannot, in my humble opinion, 

 be compared with following your game on foot in the moun- 



/;/ the Doon jungles. 



tains, it still possesses its own charms. First, there is the 

 variety, and often the quantity, of game, large and small, met 



