slipped all his dogs and told Sammie to do the same... The seventeen rounded away on the trail and were soon with a sight. Now began a long chase, yelping, whipping, baying, the dogs alternately running behind the houndish we hung to it for a half and hour when a few black dots on the horizon encouraged us. There proved it the dogs returning. They had given it up. But soon a big yellowish-white form could be seen far ahead in the jungle, see, charging and scattering the dogs. When we came up it was a magnificent sight there he stood at bay surrounded. Apparently not in the least worried knowing that with such strength and quickness as the painted dogs are but