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fortunately protected by abroad, brass-studded collar. 
Afraid of wounding my dog, I fired two shots in 
quick succession into the leopard’s hip and instantly 
another into his shoulder ; but these failed to give 
him his quietus, and the conflict continued as fiercely 
as ever. As they writhed and fought, I could see 
every movement of the leopard in the bright tropical 
moonshine, and seizing the first favourable oppor¬ 
tunity, sent a bullet through his heart, instantly 
killing him. Even then, Brandy clung to his op¬ 
ponent, as if determined to avenge himself for the 
mauling he had received, and it was some time be¬ 
fore I could coax the plucky dog to loosen his hold. 
When I did so, I found that my bull-terrier’s chest 
and left hip were terribly torn by the leopard’s sharp 
claws. Very gently I cleaned, disinfected and 
stitched up the warrior’s wounds, and made him as 
comfortable as his injuries would permit, but so 
badly had he been lacerated in the struggle, that it 
took him two months to recover thoroughly from 
the effects. 
Poor Brandy ! he afterwards succumbed to that 
bane of tropical Africa, the tse-tse fly. At the time 
of his death, I happened to have a store in the 
district for the purchase of rubber, bees-wax, etc., 
from the natives, and wrapping up the remains of 
my poor old friend in a roll of cloth, I buried him in 
a hole in the earthen floor of the same store. So 
