164 WILD LIFE IN NORTH CANARA. 



a pack, was received with deference, 

 and kidnapped a puppy unmolested. 



I once fell in with a pack of wild 

 dogs not far from Pycaroo, as I was 

 riding to Sispara. Apparently they 

 had just concluded a run, as they were 

 lying at ease on the sward outside a 

 wood. I cantered up to the pack in 

 order that I might see the wild dogs 

 more closely. They did not run off: as 

 I expected, but rose lazily, and moved 

 but a short distance. "When I returned 

 to the bridle road, four of the dogs rose 

 and trotted after me, sniffing at my 

 horse's heels. On one side of the 

 scarped path the hill rose steeply, and 

 when one of the dogs leaped up the 

 bank, and trotted alongside me, he was 

 on a level with my saddle, and not three 



