CHAPTER XXVI 
MY TWO WILD DOGS 
One day, when tramping after elephants through 
primeval forest, near the Lukumbuli stream, I 
came upon a pack of wild dogs, which, as wild dogs 
usually do, barked, and slinking off to a safe 
distance, inquisitively awaited our approach, only to 
disappear again as we came up to them. All at 
once, Simba, my tracker, calling my attention to a 
peculiarly subdued yelping, said :—‘ Bwana, I hear 
the wild dogs’ pups! ’ and, listening intently to 
ascertain their whereabouts, we finally came to a 
lair made by the imbavie in which the dogs had 
taken up their abode. As we hadn’t discovered 
elephant spoor and our time was our own, I decided 
to try to unearth these pups, but the task was 
more onerous than we had anticipated, and it took us 
two days to dig down to where they lay. Selecting 
three of the ugly little devils, who, by the way, 
gave off a most pronounced and disagreeable odour, 
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