THE STRIPED MUISHOND OR STINK CAT 
much damage to the stacked grain and other 
crops. 
I happened to be camping about a score of years 
ago out in the wilds in Natal with half a dozen 
friends. It was a winter’s night and bitterly cold, 
and we were all snugly tucked up in our blankets 
listening to the interesting experiences of a hardy 
old Boer hunter. It seems our retriever dog was 
in a restless mood that night, and went off alone 
on the prowl. Coming across a polecat, he attacked 
it and got well sprayed with its perfume. Re- 
turning in disgust to camp, he thrust his~ body 
under the folds of our tent and calmly proceeded 
to make himself comfortable on my blanket. 
Like wound-up steel springs suddenly released, 
we all shot from our blankets and were out in the 
bitterly cold frosty air in our night garments in 
less time than it takes’ to write half a line of this 
narrative. We howled at the dog, and hurled a 
sundry assortment of words at him, but he heeded 
us not. Eventually one of our number unlaced 
the tent door, gripped his nose with his numbed 
finger and thumb, and, darting in, drove the odori- 
ferous creature out. Presently we heard a volley 
of ejaculations from under the wagon near by, 
and surmised the dog had endeavoured to seek 
sanctuary among our Zulu servants. 
In the volume entitled The Monkeyfolk of South 
Africa an incident is related which is worth re- 
peating here to illustrate more forcibly the pun- 
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