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if fleeing from some pursuing horror which she 
feared every moment would overtake her, she 
looked the picture of terror. She ran straight down 
the beach to where the boats were getting water, 
then took to the sea, and swam off towards the 
vessel. Fearing she might be attacked by cramp 
and drowned, I shoved my boat off again and went 
after her, picking her up after she had swum about 
a quarter of a mile. When I got her into the boat, 
she cowered between my legs, trembling violently, 
and uttering short grunts rather than barks, and 
still bearing that expression of intense fear. I took 
her on board, put her in my cabin, and did what I 
could to try and comfort the poor little beast; but 
it had little effect: a shadow passing the skylight 
would start her fears afresh. In endeavouring to 
account for this, I thought someone had been 
thrashing her, or perhaps burnt her with a match 
or something of that kind ; so when I went on shore 
again I asked my hunters what they had done to put 
the dog into such a state of terror. They were as 
surprised and nonplussed as myself. Their story 
was : “ She kept close to us all the time, and was in 
amongst us when we stopped ; then she appeared to 
see something which scared her so much that she 
scooted away down the beach as if the devil were 
after her.” 
I thought no more about the matter, went into 
the hills and got some birds, and returned on board. 
The dog was still in the same nervous state of fear. 
By noon our water and wood were replenished, and 
everyone was on board again. An hour or so later 
I was on deck, and saw a European, accompanied by 
a dog about the size of a pointer, making his way 
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