52 Unexplored Spain 
come down to my track and there stopped dead, expressing in every 
detail the very essence of doubly-distilled subtlety and craft. At those 
footprints he halts, sniffs the wind, curls his brush dubiously—as a cat 
will do when pleased—but not sure yet of his next move. One second’s 
consideration decides him and it is executed at once—he is off like a 
gust of wind. But a Paradox ball at easy range in the open broke a 
“WHAT'S THIS?” 
hind-leg, and it was curious to note his evolutions—he, poor fellow, 
not realising what had occurred, flung himself round and round in 
rapid eyrations, the while biting at his own hind-leg. Needless to 
say not an instant passed ere a second ball terminated his sufferings. 
To observe the beautiful traits in the habits of wild beasts is to me quite 
as great a joy as adding them to my score and immensely augments 
the enjoyment of a big-game drive. 
