CHAPTER XXVI 



MY TWO WILD DOGS 







ONE day, when tramping after elephants through 

 primeval forest, near the Lukumbuli stream, I 

 came upon a pack of wild dogs, which, as wild dogs 

 usually do, barked, and slinking off to a safe 

 distance, inquisitively awaited our approach, only to 

 disappear again as we came up to them. All at 

 once, Simba, my tracker, calling my attention to a 

 peculiarly subdued yelping, said : ' Bwana, I hear 

 the wild dogs' pups ! ' and, listening intently to 

 ascertain their whereabouts, we finally came to a 

 lair made by the imbavie in which the dogs had 

 taken up their abode. As we hadn't discovered 

 elephant spoor and our time was our own, I decided 

 to try to unearth these pups, but the task was 

 more onerous than we had anticipated, and it took us 

 two days to dig down to where they lay. Selecting 

 three of the ugly little devils, who, by the way, 

 gave off a most pronounced and disagreeable odour, 



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