CHAPTER X. 



Another Trip to the Park— A Hard Day's Work — Discover 

 a Herd— Death of the Herd— A F"urious Charge — 

 Caught at Last— The Consequences— A Thorough Rogue 

 — Another Herd in High Lemon grass— Bears— A Fight 

 Between a Moorman and a Bear— A Musical Herd — 

 Herd Escape— A Plucky Buck — Death of Killbuck — Good 

 Sport with a Herd— End of the Trip. 



ABOUT twelve months elapsed without my pulling 

 a trigger. I had contented myself with elk-hunt- 

 ing in Newera Ellia and the vicinity, but in November, 

 1850, the grayhounds were again in their palanquin, 

 and, accompanied by my brother V., I was once more 

 in the saddle on my steady-going old horse Jack, en 

 route for the Park. 



It was 5 p. M., on a cool and lovely evening, that we 

 halted and unsaddled in this beautiful country. Our 

 tents and coolies were far behind, our horse-keepers 

 were our only attendants, and we fixed upon a spot as 

 the most eligible site for the tents. A large open park 

 lay before us interspersed with trees and clumps of 

 forest. A clear stream flowed from some low rocky 

 hills upon our right, and several detached masses of 

 rock lay scattered irregularly here and there, like the 

 ruins of an old castle. Large trees grew from the 

 crevices of these rocks, and beneath their shade we 

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