NATURAL HISTORY OF SOUTH AFRICA 
gency of the scent of the polecat. A tame baboon 
is made to tell the story. It is as follows : 
“One day my little friend, the terrier, cornered 
an animal which you called a Muishond or Stink 
Cat. Scientific fellows call him Zorilla striata. 
We both rushed on him together, but the little 
rascal sent a spray of some vile-smelling fluid over 
us. I couldn’t stand it and retired. My terrier 
friend, however, rushed in, for his blood was up. 
After a fight he killed the muishond. But, Great 
Cicero!! didn’t he just smell. Have you ever 
smelt musk? Well, try to imagine musk and 
incense, the smell of putrefying cabbages, and a 
lot of other evil-smelling things all mixed together, 
and you will have a slight idea of what that Stink 
Cat’s perfume was like. We rolled in the dry dust 
and the grass, but the smell wouldn’t come off. I 
felt sick, just as you folk feel when you are on a 
ship and the sea is very rough. My chum seemed 
quite chirpy and said he didn’t mind the smell 
much. He was used tosmells. It was his business 
in life to smell out things. 
““T thought, however, that my master might like 
the muishond; so I seized his tail and dragged 
his body to the wagon. My master was lying on 
his back smoking a pipe, and the Kafirs were telling 
each other very tall yarns about the number of 
cattle they possessed, and the number of wives 
they were going to buy when they settled down. 
With a volley of forcible exclamations the Kafirs 
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