Sporting Notes in the Far East. 1 1 



way ; he was above all things fond of fish. 



The ward room cook was engaged in dressing some huge 

 lobsters for the table ; Lazarus unperceived crept up behind the 

 cook, snapped up one from the basket, and was away under a 

 gunslide like lightning ; needless to say that long before a suffi- 

 cient number of broom handles had been brought to bear to 

 dislodge him, the lobster had entirely disappeared. 



Of course the shell of the fish did not agree ; and Lazarus was 

 in consequence very ill. Now comes his punishment. 



I sent ashore to the chemist a recipe for a box of appropriate 

 pills ; but he, instead of making up two dozen out of the given 

 ingredients, made one enormous kind of horseball thing. 



I was away when the medicine arrived ; but this did not deter 

 my servant in his ignorance from cramming the whole thing down 

 the poor brute's throat. How the dog survived I have never 

 realized to this day : but the cure although severe, was strange to 

 say most efficient. 



Poor Lazarus his end was a sad one. He got an incurable 

 attack of skin disease, and after trying every remedy without 

 success, there was no help for it, but to make up my mind to put 

 him down. 



We were at the time at Chemulpho, a small settlement in the 

 " Land of the Morning Calm " ; one quiet and perfect spring morn- 

 ing ; I took him out to a hill side, where I dug his grave with an 



