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gyyphus) appeared and dropped on tlie carcase almost before we 

 left it. 



" October 14, Sunday. — We o-ot away at nine o'clock and came 

 fast. The miiddv narrow Chico flowinij" throui-h a land which looks 



GUANACO HOL'NDS. (FATHF.R AND MOTHER OK THE AUTHOR S HOUND, TOM. 



as if it led over the edge of the world. It reminds one of a flowering- 

 wilderness. Last night we tied up the dogs, and dear old Tom 

 howled till I had to get up and correct him. When up I let poor 

 little Lady loose, the last service I was ever destined to do for her, 

 for to-day the waggon went over her belly, and she lies dead on the 

 track a few leagues back. She was six months old, always cheerful, 

 and wagging her whip of a tail, always up to the march. Half an 

 hour before she died I saw her hunting a young fox, her first. 

 She had brown eyes and 1 had got fonder of her than I knew. 

 Tom used to drive her from her food, biting her, and from the 

 softest bed, and I am now glad to think I sometimes made him 

 give way to her. Just before Lady's death, I shot a cavy 

 iyDolichotis patagonica) with the Mauser. He gave me a nice shot 



