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one side were slung my gun case and the 

 oranee crate with the cubs, safe and sound ; 

 but, to my horror, on the other side I found 

 the poor goat tied by the legs head down- 

 wards quite dead — and no wonder, after being 

 carried in that position for ten miles ! Oh, 

 Tommy, Tommy Atkins, you are an absent- 

 minded beggar, if ever there was one ! This was a 

 calamity ! Now what was to be done ? Luckily 

 a tin of condensed milk was found amongst 

 my subaltern's commissariat, and on this very 

 indifferent substitute for goat's milk the foxes 

 had to subsist for a day or two, until one 

 morning I happened to have shot some sand 

 grouse and tried them with their warm hearts 

 and liver, which they flew on and gobbled 

 hke little demons ; the very scent of blood 

 seemed to alter their whole natures. 



My work was now, h')wever, easy, as I had 

 only to shoot them a little bird every day, 

 and give them an occasional cup of the con- 

 densed milk. They were duly christened 

 ''Jack" and "Jill." 



In the burning days of midsummer, when the 

 thermometer ran up to 130 degrees damp heat 

 in the shade daily, and not less than 1 10 degrees 



