292 IN THE INDIAN JUNGLE. 



Lieutenant Frere, a son of Sir Bartle Frere, who 

 was well known in Bangalore twenty or thirty years 

 ago, had an enormous tame hyaena. This he picked 

 up when a very tiny cub on the Agram plains one 

 field day, and brought it up on the " bottle " until 

 it was large enough to eat meat, when it shared 

 their food with his dogs. It grew up quite tame 

 and apparently much attached to its master, as it 

 whined sorrowfully whenever he left it. Nothing 

 pleased it better than to accompany him in his 

 walks. It would trot close to his heels, and no 

 amount of barking or baying by dogs would make 

 it leave its position. It made a splendid pet, 

 but for its insufferable odour, which repeated 

 tubbing could not remove. The enormous power of 

 its jaw was amply verified by the way it would 

 crush up and swallow the largest beef-bones. It 

 was thought so tame and harmless that it was 

 left always loose and only chained up when Frere 

 went to parade, to prevent its following him. 



One morning he was strolling along the ride on 

 South Parade with the hyaena at his heels when a 

 native ayah with a perambulator passed. With- 

 out a moment's warning the hyaena sprang at her 

 and tore her cloth, when Frere rushed up and 

 struck it repeatedly with a light walking cane he 

 had with him. The hyaena left the woman and 

 attacked its master furiously, seized him by the 

 forearm, and would have probably done him serious 

 mischief had not Mr. L. been passing that way and 

 seen the attack. He at once rushed up and with 

 a stout stick he had with him. brained the creature. 



