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job; it was beginning to take the skin off the leg 

 too, and I dressed it with sulphur and vaseline. 

 Bumps went about quite happily on three legs for a 

 time; then one day he saw a jackal, forgot all about 

 the bad leg, put it down, started to chase the jackal 

 and finished the hunt on all four legs. He was always 

 a little tender on the broken one, however, when he 

 remembered. 



Near this place, another day, I shot a panther in a 

 small beat, and he rolled over dead under a bush 

 and into a narrow little pit there was in the ground. 

 The beaters came up and stood close to him, asking 

 where the panther was. 



I told them I had missed and he had gone on. 

 They looked rather disappointed, but the forest 

 guard thought there was something mysterious about 

 it and did not believe me. I said they were a fine 

 lot of fools if they could not find him, at which they 

 thought there was some joke somewhere, and began 

 to hunt about. Two or three of them suddenly 

 caught sight of him within a yard of them, and the 

 startled look of horror on their faces, as they jumped 

 aside, was most amusing to see, and the others were 

 delighted and stood and laughed at them. They 

 laughed and talked about it all the way home. 



I remember that Louisa and I had a large supply 

 of bananas sent us and we were eating some when 

 we went round in the morning to see the horses. 

 Fretful Fanny and Corkscrew were each given their 

 usual bonne bouche, and then we thought we would 

 try them with bananas. I did not expect they would 

 like them, and I do not suppose they had ever tasted 



