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colour, and he kept it up for days after he had assumed his dirty white ap- 
pearance. 
When I went home in 1880 Bodger saw me off, and remained for hours at 
the Apollo Bunder after the steamer had left, and on my return, fourteen 
months later, knew me at once, although I neither spoke nor took any 
notice of him, and seemed very pleased to see me back. In August, 1882, 
IT left for Ceylon. Up to this time Bodger had carried on his same old game 
of going out and about just when and where the spirit moved him, He, how- 
ever, completely altered his ways from the time he landed in Colombo. On board 
he seemed very miserable at leaving Bombay, and although in good health, he 
never seemed to recover his old spirits. He gave up all his quarrelsome ways, 
and would never fight unless another dog commenced and would never leave 
my side for a minute, night or day, up-country, where I was stationed. I had 
several other dogs of sorts for hunting sambhur, muntjac, and hares, and he 
would always join in, and seemed to like the sport, but even in the hottest 
sun he would not remain long away from me, By this time I had got 
to be very fond of the dog, and he was evidently very much attached to me, 
and for hours would sit looking up in my face with such a beseeching expres- 
sion, which seemed to say ‘“‘ take me back to Bombay,” and resembling so much 
the dog in that picture called “Sympathy.” Bodger, except for the sad and weari- 
some look, had nothing the matter with him, and although he had always 
accompanied me shooting, I thought on one occasion I would leave him behind as 
I expected it to be pretty hot in the low country. I patted him and said good- 
bye, but he did not seem to understand my leaving him and tried hard to follow. 
I, however, sent him back and he went to my bed-room and lay down. I was 
only away a couple of days, and on arriving back at my bungalow, my friend, 
who was living with me at the time, told me the sad news that Bodger, who had 
hardly left my room whilst I was away, had died only two hours since. I was 
very much cut up, and thoroughly believe, if it is possible for a dog to die of 
a broken heart, that Bodger died in this way. Bodger was buried in my com- 
pound at Haldamulla under a large mango tree, on which I carved in deep letters 
—“ BopGER, obit 27th January, 1883.” 
HE, L, BARTON, 
BomBay, June, 1893. 
No. IX.—DOWN A CHIN STREAM, 
We had been on a frontier expedition in the Chin hills, and our souls were 
sick of mule paths zig-zagging up and down uninteresting hills. One morning 
therefore we decided to cut outa way for ourselves and plunge boldly from 
our camp down to the little river 2,000 feet below and follow it up to our 
next camp. The next day’s march by road was six miles ; we allowed twelve 
by stream, and found that it was a good deal more. Climbing up the Chin 
hills had been our hard lot from necessity ; this was our first trial at climbing 
