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pointing toil, I reluctantly took a pull on the mare, 

 and gave it up, I being of the two the more 

 distressed. 



As the sun had now got warm, I returned to 

 camp, but with the resolution of renewing the hunt, 

 aided by a couple of my best greyhounds. The 

 sun was about two hours high when I reached 

 the spot where I had quitted the chase ; the dogs 

 were fresh, and I anticipated a splendid run. That 

 I should soon find the bird I had little doubt, as 

 the ever-useful Donna was one of the party. 

 Already she had begun to feather, when my chum, 

 who had accompanied me, gave the view halloo, 

 and, true enough, about two hundred yards before 

 us was the pauw, legging it like a giraffe. Soon 

 as we saw the game, the dogs were as quick. We 

 were just getting settled into what promised to be an 

 exciting run, when, like a thunderbolt, a bird de- 

 scended upon our quarry. A few violent, spasmodic 

 flaps of the wing and all was over. When we reached 

 the spot, we naturally concluded that the depredator 

 would give way ; but no, nothing was further from 

 his intention, and it was with the utmost difficulty 



