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come down to my track and there stopped dead, expressing in every 

 detail the very essence of doubly-distilled subtlety and craft. At those 

 footprints he halts, sniff's the wind, curls his brush dubiously — as a cat 

 will do when pleased — but not sure yet of his next move. One second's 

 consideration decides him and it is executed at once — he is off like a 

 gust of wind. Ikit a Paradox ball at easy range in the open broke a 



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hind-leg, aud it was curious to note his evolutions — he, poor fellow, 

 not realising what had occurred, flung himself round and round in 

 rapid gyrations, the while biting at his own hind-leg. Needless to 

 say not an instant passed ere a second ball terminated his sufferings. 

 To observe the beautiful traits in the habits of wild beasts is to me quite 

 as great a joy as adding them to my score and immensely augments 

 the enjoyment of a big-game drive. 



