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the servants told us an old woman belonging to 

 the Lomani tribe of gipsies had been seen taking 

 him away, and that these gipsies were encamped 

 in their funny ragged little tents eight or nine miles 

 away. We went off to the D.S.P., who very kindly 

 sent mounted police out at once. They found out 

 nothing definite, but probably frightened the Lomani 

 people, for shortly afterwards the servants, who 

 were standing at the gates of the compound, saw 

 a stupid-looking dog come trotting along the road, 

 taking no notice of them or anything else. They 

 brought him up to me seeming dazed and stupefied, 

 and he lay down at my feet showing no sign of 

 pleasure, and he did not respond when I spoke to 

 him. His body was greatly distended as if he had 

 been overfed on garbage. Also we supposed he had 

 been severely drugged to prevent his running away. 

 He had sense enough left to make his way home 

 when he was loosed, and delighted we were to see 

 him. 



Bunker knew something bad was going to happen 

 to him when we had to go home on leave. Some 

 friends had very kindly promised to look after him 

 and we knew he would have a happy home. I 

 started in a train in advance of my husband and the 

 little dog was brought to see me off. He jumped 

 into the carriage and lay down in a far corner under 

 the seat. We called to him, but nothing would 

 induce him to come out. I crawled underneath 

 and he set his feet firmly to resist me. I nearly, 

 very nearly, brought him along. My husband took 

 him away. 



