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THE HUNTER'S ARCADIA. 



what had become of my attendant, for I had 

 him. My eyes had not far to search ; behind me 

 he stood, his big eyes, bleary and chocolate-coloured 

 as they usually are, were now distended to double their 

 ordinary size, a fixed, intent stare was in them, and 

 an expression that spoke big words, nay volumes. 

 What was he staring at ? What was the fascination 

 that had such an influence upon him ? A trifle to 

 the uninitiated, a mere bagatelle, a simple indentation 

 in the sand, but to the experienced it told a tale that 

 the monarch of the brute creation had consecrated 

 the spot by placing his foot upon it. It was the 

 spoor of a lion ! Thus we leave the small game 

 of South Africa, and enter into the habitat of the 

 larger. My reader is not, however, to suppose that 

 the lesser, but none the less attractive, animals cease 

 to be met where the larger and more formidable 

 are to be found, and in pursuit of which I hope 

 soon to take him. 



THE END. 



CHARLES DICKENS AND EVANS, CRYSTAL i'ALACE PRESS. 



