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AOOMAMOEMA ZHEO 
and then the head of them all proceed- 
ing with dignity to bathe with his 
harem. 
Had I to do again what followed, I 
hope I should act differently. Nimrod 
was watching them with a rapt expres- 
sion, quite forgetful of the rifle in his 
hands, when I, who had never seen any- 
thing killed, touched his arm and whis- 
pered: “Shoot, shoot now, if you are 
going to.” 
The report of the rifle rang out like 
acannon. The does fled away as if by 
magic. The stag tried also to get to 
shore, but the ball had inflicted a wound 
which partially paralysed his hindquar- 
ters. At the sight of the blood and the 
big fellow’s struggles to get away, the 
horror of the thing swept over me. 
“Oh, kill him, kill him!” I wailed. 
* Don’t let him suffer!” 
