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pattering over the leaves. When close on a 

 herd I have her carried by a coolie, not because 

 I am afraid that she will do anything to betray 

 her presence, but because her white coat might 

 be seen by an outlying member of the herd. I 

 have only once known her give way to momen- 

 tary excitement, and that was when a tsaing 

 charged, as already narrated. But the reader 

 will admit that the circumstances were suffi- 

 ciently unusual to provoke any self-respecting 

 dog ! I hope this description of Dot and her 

 doings hasn't bored the reader. If it has, I'm 

 sorry; but I'm afraid I can't apologise. I 

 should be guilty of the basest ingratitude if, 

 when writing a book on big-game shooting, I 

 omitted to pay a tribute to the staunchest little 

 ally that ever followed a hunter. Dot, indeed, 

 deserves a chapter all to herself. If she could 

 only tell them, I am sure her experiences would 

 be most interesting ; as it is, she has had to 

 rely on her master to interpret them to the best 

 of his ability. 



Since writing the above I have had proof 

 positive that solitary bulls do consort with 

 herds — proof also, incidentally, that tsaing breed 

 in the rains. Whether they do so at other 

 times of the year I am not prepared to say. 

 Although this chapter has already exceeded 

 its intended limits, the instance referred to 

 is such a striking confirmation of the writer's 



