DEATH OF THE GOAT. Ml 



The best butcher in the place, Tinta's niis- 

 selannee, who had always shown himself ready to 

 render assistance whenever I required some extra 

 hand, could not, of course, be omitted. Gwalior, 

 another servant of Tinta, and a patient of mine, was 

 also called in at the death of the doomed goat, which 

 gallantly showed fight, surrounded, as he was, by a 

 host of hungry enemies, who, besides seeking the 

 satisfaction of revenge for the indiscrimate tuppings 

 and bumpings he had given and occasioned among 

 the party, had had their interest excited by the 

 portions of his venison mutton, that each, in the 

 mind's eye, already saw r hanging up in a mimosa 

 tree that grew in my garden, and which formed the 

 shambles generally on such occasions. 



A lot of yelping boys came into the enclosure, 

 and crowded about the butchers aiding the goat in 

 his attempts to get away, by attempting to catch 

 him, and of course running in the way of those 

 who might have been able to do it. A number 

 of women also thronged in as the stir became 

 faster, and who stood around me as a kind 

 of body-guard, for the leaping Ci diabolus " 

 of a goat sometimes threatened even to make 

 our heads a stepping-stone to fly over the high 

 enclosure. A long lasso at length being thrown 

 ignobly at his feet, the next move he made ensnared 

 him by the leg. and the triumph of his life-hunters 

 was complete. The rope being run around the 

 trunk of the mimosa, the unwilling goat was 



