98 DAYS AND NIGHTS OF SHIKAR 



amazed and stood gasping, but he soon began to 

 understand it was a game and prepared for the 

 onslaught. I suppose he learnt to enjoy it, for he 

 always followed his mother when she went for her mud 

 bath and they tumbled and splashed about together. 

 We told Betty to be more gentle with him, but she 

 was silly and did not understand. Some dogs don't. 



They followed us when we went on the golf 

 course, and of course Bunker was always in the way 

 I believe bunkers are thence his name. 



We never knew whether he liked music or not, 

 but one evening some soldiers came in for a sing- 

 song, and a friend had kindly promised to help. 

 She opened her music and started a rather high- 

 class sentimental song. Bunker was sitting thinking 

 of nothing, alone, in the middle of a large circle of 

 Tommies. Then the singer, who really sang very 

 nicely, reached a high and rather loud note. The 

 puppy came to attention, set his little head on one 

 side, then raised it, and gave vent to a series of long, 

 lugubrious howls. He brought down the house, he 

 had the undivided attention of all the men and the 

 singer was nowhere. I must say she was most 

 good-natured about it. 



Bunker was stung by a scorpion when he was 

 rather older; he came and told me something was 

 wrong with his foot, and as the scorpion was marked 

 down, we soon guessed what was the matter. I put 

 on ammonia to try and help him, and when the 

 place was dressed and he put his poor nose to the 

 foot he went nearly wild, tore about the room and 

 did all he could to get away from himself and the 



