THE DOCTOR'S LUCKY SHOT 



or those of his rifle, threw away the weapon and fled, 

 closely pursued by the bear. 



Running blindly between the two elephants in his 

 terror his coat-tails streaming out behind him he con- 

 tinued his mad career, negotiating every obstacle in his 

 path with extraordinary skill till his foot, catching in a 

 creeper of uncompromising toughness, he fell and lay prone 

 for a time. 



Meanwhile the doctor, who had been posted on his 

 right, seeing his friend's danger, had also fired at the bear, 

 and by a lucky fluke, shot it through the head, and was 

 now loudly proclaiming the feat, shouting in broad Scotch, 

 " Get up, mon, get up. I've shot the bar." 



When discussing the adventure that night round the 

 camp fire after dinner, I was complimenting the doctor 

 on his performance, he replied, " Eh, mon, but I felt that 

 steady I could have killed a bumble bee at a thousand 

 yards ! " I did not ask him whether he meant sitting, or 

 on the wing ! 



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