CATCHING A TARTAR. 8$ 



boy is bringing my Express rifle, I will tell you an 

 act of prowess of this ancient Roman, for it shows 

 what true courage he possessed, and how little display 

 he made in exercising it. 



Five of the slowest, but probably the most 

 powerful of my pack were out with me and " old 

 bull." A brunt-sick spring-buck was started, and 

 went off at a rattling pace for an animal in bad health. 

 After about three miles of as fast going in the open 

 as I ever wish to have when handicapped with a 

 double-barrelled rifle, the buck gained a large piece of 

 loose brush a good three hundred yards in front of 

 his pursuers. With their usual ardour they dashed 

 into the cover, and I, close up, did the same; 

 but all of a sudden I lost sight of the hounds, 

 and for some time could see nothing of them, so 

 I pulled up Nemo to breathe him and to take 

 observations. In the distance, quite half a mile 

 off, I could hear the deep, sonorous voice of 

 honest " old bull " bringing up the tail of the hunt. 

 Scarcely understanding why I was deserted by the 

 dogs, unless they had killed, I cast about in search of 

 them. Soon afterwards I was joined by first one 

 and then another, till all were with me but one, 



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