OF THE OLD WOKLD. 299 



Struck with the fairy-like beauty of the scene be- 

 fore me, I became absorbed in thought, from which 

 I was roused by Googooloo laying his hand on my 

 shoulder and pointing to something standing in the 

 shade of a lofty forest tree. At the same moment 

 I heard the low short bark of a spotted deer, and a 

 fine buck with broad-spreading antlers came forcing 

 his way through the tangled brushwood, and stood 

 before us in bold relief. I threw up my rifle, 

 brought the sight to bear upon his shoulder, and 

 was just about to pull trigger when a huge monster 

 of a tiger sprang from the very bush that Googooloo 

 had been so attentively watching, and fastened upon 

 his shoulder with a low growl. Like a flash of 

 lightning my trusty rifle belched forth its deadly 

 contents right and left : a roar, a smothered whine, 

 followed the double report, and the stricken brute 

 rolling orcr and over was gasping in its last agonies. 

 A convulsive movement was succeeded by a stifled 

 groan, a moaning cry, a bubbling sound, and all was 

 still. 



"Wliat have you killed, Hal?" cried B , 



awakened by the shots, and cocking his rifle. 

 " Ha ! ha ! I see — a fine pair of horns too — but he is 

 not dead," he continued, raising his piece and putting 

 an end to the poor buck, who was still struggling on 

 the spot where he had been struck down. 



'* Look a little to the right, Ned, under the shade 

 of the bush," replied I, " and you will see the result 

 of my shots — he felled the deer." 



