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HUNTING IN SOUTH AMERICA. 
The native deerhound, says a writer in the 
New York Sun, telling of hunting in the forests 
along the Amazon, is not a hound at all, but a 
slender, almost hairless animal, with ears that 
stand erect instead of being pendulous. He has 
not the keen nose of his northern namesake, 
and does not often require it in following game 
in their well beaten pathways. He is always 
alert for hidden dangers, which he detects as 
quickly as his master can. 
The only enemy he fails to avoid is the otiga, 
by which name the jaguar is known throughout 
South America, which sometimes gets between 
the deer and the dog, and when the latter comes 
along drops on him from some overhanging 
limb or leaning tree trunk. The jaguar, like all 
the cat family, hates dogs, and takes pleasure 
in trapping one in this way. and is very expert 
in foreseeing where game will run when pursued. 
Deer, like most other wild animals, confine 
themselves to a limited tract for their feeding 
ground. Their labyrinthine pathways lead to all 
parts of this tract, and the hunter who knows 
the ground selects a point on a run where the 
deer is likely to pass and here awaits a shot. 
As moving about is often almost impossible 
save in these tunnel-like paths, hunting in this 
way is very fatiguing, for one can rarely stand 
erect in following the quarry, and getting your 
game home, if you are so fortunate as to get 
any, is sometimes a difficult problem. 
“My first experience in this kind of hunting 
was rather startling,” said a man back from 
Brazil. “I had been lying in wait at a little 
opening on one of these paths and the dogs 
were coming toward me in full cry. I was ex¬ 
pecting every moment to see the deer break into 
view, when suddenly the barking ceased. 
“A moment later the dogs came up behind me 
from the direction in which I had come. Their 
backs were bristling like an angry cat’s, and 
their tails were between their legs and they 
showed in every way that they were badly scared. 
“I had no doubt they had met an onqa, but 
where? I began to creep cautiously along the 
path toward where I had last heard them barking. 
I had gone but a few rods when I heard the 
warning growl of an onga. 
“A moment later, peering around a bend. I 
saw directly in the pathway and under the trunk 
of an overhanging tree a large onqa lying on 
the body of a dead deer. He was licking the 
blood from the animal’s throat and watching 
me with vicious eyes. 
“Evidently he had selected his ambush in time 
to be ahead of both dog and deer, and had taken 
the first comer. He was so near that it was easy 
to finish his career with a- single shot in the ear. 
“The real difficulty was what to do with my 
game. I was fully a mile from the nearest 
house, and at least half the way I must crawl 
through one of those little tunnels, and night 
was already falling. So I took some choice 
cuts from the deer, and severing one of the 
on^a's huge forepaws to authenticate my story 
to my friends at home, I put them in my bag 
and followed by the dogs, who were now happy 
and exultant at their narrow escape, arrived 
home just as the stars were beginning to ap¬ 
pear. 
“It may surprise you. but the narrowest es¬ 
cape from death by wild animals in Brazil that 
I ever witnessed was in an encounter with a 
drove of those diminutive southern hogs known 
on both continents as peccaries. Of course we 
have jaguars, as large as a small tiger, terrible 
fighters, too, but 1 never knew a sober man 
when awake to be molested by one. 
‘You all know what a peccary is, and ours 
are much like the Texan or Mexican variety: 
a little larger, but the same gray, thin beast, 
shaped like a flatfish, with a thin, convex nose 
and two-inch tusks, curved up. This is the only 
animal I know that a gun does not frighten. 
“Singly or in companies of three or four they 
are as timid as rabbits and behave much like 
them, lying perfectly still until almost trodden 
on, then crashing away and making all the noise 
they can. Few hunters have nerve enough to 
take a shot, even when they run in plain sight. 
In the breeding season they get together in 
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