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dogs, who would tear him to pieces if opportunity 
offered, and who frequently drive him off, and them- 
selves appropriate the animal he has killed. There 
are, it is true, fables that the wild-dog treats the 
tiger in the same disrespectful manner, but they are 
not borne out by my observations. It is a fact that 
as a rule tigers and wild-dogs are not found in the 
same forest at the same time, but the reason of this 
appears to be that the latter disturb the ground to 
such an extent that a quiet hunter like the tiger 
leaves in disgust. j 
I hunted with my lurchers for some time, then 
added to their number a formidable dog, the off- 
spring of a deerhound and foxhound, to whom 
nothing came amiss. He would run a deer by 
scent, forcing him into the open and then killing 
him single-handed, and when no other sport was 
available would slay the village dogs around. One 
of his last exploits before we parted was to slaughter 
an inoffensive donkey whose braying annoyed him. 
Later on I was given by Mr. F. B. Bryant, now 
Inspector-General of Forests in India, a puppy 
whose father was a bull-terrier and his mother a 
smooth fox-terrier, and this dog remained with me 
for thirteen years, never leaving my side by day or 
night. No doubt Pickles was a mongrel, no doubt 
he was hideous with his stump tail and one ear 
cocked ; but he had the nose of a retriever, the 
courage of a lion, and the grip of a bulldog. He 
was the only dog of a more blue-blooded crowd who 
would enter a box-trap, emerging clinging and being 
clung to by that furry fiend known as a wild-cat ; 
and when he yielded up his honest little life I buried 
