THE DOCTOR'S LUCKY SHOT 



or those of his rifle, threw away the weapon and fled, 

 closely pursued by the bear. 



Running blindly between the two elephants in his 

 terror — his coat-tails streaming out behind him — he con- 

 tinued his mad career, negotiating every obstacle in his 

 path with extraordinary skill till his foot, catching in a 

 creeper of uncompromising toughness, he fell and lay prone 

 for a time. 



Meanwhile the doctor, who had been p>osted on his 



right, seeing his friend's danger, had also fired at the bear, 



and by a lucky fluke, shot it through the head, and was 



"Hw loudly proclaiming the feat, shouting in broad Scotch, 



I iet up, mon, get up. I've shot the bar." 



When discussing the adventure that night round the 

 camp fire after dinner, I was complimenting the doctor 

 on his performance, he replied, " Eh, mon, but I felt that 

 "'^eady I could have killed a bumble bee at a thousand 

 rds 1 " I did not ask him whether he meant sittmg, or 

 on the wing ! 



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