A HYENA. 
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hue and cry after him with assegais, fire-sticks, knob- 
kerries, and a most unearthly yelling of dogs and 
Kaffirs. They were guided by the cries of the poor 
goat for some time, but no sooner did they get 
there than 4 bar-baar, baar-bar,’ somewhere else, 
and the strong ravenous brute at length got clear 
away with his prey. At length, the sounds ceased, 
the dogs were all afraid, the night was very dark, 
the Kaffirs had no longer anything to guide them, 
and the chase had to be abandoned. I grudged the 
brute his dainty fare, for he had taken by far the 
best of the three. I should hardly have believed it 
