48 WILD LIFE IN NORTH CANARA. 



This power of ejecting what it has 

 swallowed was curiously exemplified a 

 little while later. A pretty little 

 Blenheim spaniel belonging to a visitor 

 was one morning seized and carried 

 off at a spot where the shallow water 

 from a small stream rolled over the 

 sands into the sea. 



My friend and I hurried down gun 

 in hand to avenge poor little Nap, the 

 alligator had of course disappeared, and 

 we walked up the course of the stream 

 as it wound among the fields, each of 

 us taking a separate bank. Presently 

 I saw the alligator sailing down the 

 stream towards me, with his head held 

 a little above water ; I instantly gave 

 him both barrels at the junction of the 

 head and throat. The brute threw his 



