THE TAME PANTHER. 
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days, when he recognised my voice. When 
I spoke he raised his head, held it. on one 
side, then on the other, to listen, and when 
I came fully into view he jumped upon his 
legs and appeared frantic. He rolled him¬ 
self over and over; he howled; he opened 
his enormous jaws, and cried, and seemed 
as though he would have torn his cage to 
pieces. However, as his violence subsided, 
he contented himself with thrusting his 
nose and paws through the bars to receive 
my caresses. 
“ 4 The greatest treat I could bestow on 
my favourite w T as lavender-water. Mr. 
Hutchinson had told me that on the way 
from Ashantee he drew a scented handker¬ 
chief from his pocket, wdiich was imme¬ 
diately seized by the panther and reduced 
to atoms; nor could he venture to open a 
bottle of perfume when the animal was near, 
he was so eager to enjoy it. I indulged him 
twice a week by making a cup of stiff paper, 
pouring a little lavender-water into it and 
giving it to him through the bars of his cage. 
He would drag it to him with eagerness, 
roll himself over it, nor rest till the smell 
was evaporated. By this means I taught 
