Outing . flirts all day long with alittle stone maiden, and only interruptshis wooing once in every hour to strikesolemnly upon a deep-toned bell withhis little stone hammer. Here upon the morning of the sixthday of our stay we sold St. Martin, thefaithful companion of our wanderings,and brought our brief but delightfultrip to a close. Dear little St. Martin ! he had beenan affectionate and faithful servant. We were sorry to part with him ; but, hav-ing to part, we were glad that he shouldfall into the hands of a fat and kindlyold priest. Now, once a week, no more,no less, he conveys the cure
Outing . flirts all day long with alittle stone maiden, and only interruptshis wooing once in every hour to strikesolemnly upon a deep-toned bell withhis little stone hammer. Here upon the morning of the sixthday of our stay we sold St. Martin, thefaithful companion of our wanderings,and brought our brief but delightfultrip to a close. Dear little St. Martin ! he had beenan affectionate and faithful servant. We were sorry to part with him ; but, hav-ing to part, we were glad that he shouldfall into the hands of a fat and kindlyold priest. Now, once a week, no more,no less, he conveys the cure and thecurbs equally fat and kindly sister outinto the smiling country to the greatstone masse where they were born, andwhere I like to fancy a very old but stillfat and kindly mother always waiting toreceive them. The remainder of St. Mar-tins time is spent in rolling upon hisback in the cathedral close, in browsingthe rich sacerdotal herbage, and in kick-ing up his heels under the tall WITH A ONE very hot season, in the monthof March, I was lying ill in myhouse on the top of a high hill,called Supt Sring, in the districtof Nassick, in India, when my native shi-kari brought me news of a tigress withfour cubs having killed a cow near thevillage of Soopa, in the Dang. This isone of the most unhealthy districts inIndia, and is looked upon by the nativeswith great dread. This village of Soopa is only abouttwenty-five or thirty miles from whereI was living, but being ill, I did not wishto run the risk of making myself worseby going out in the sun, so I declined toavail myself of the news, much to thedisgust of the two friends who werestaying with me for shooting. Thesefriends were Colonel Heyland of theist Bombay Lancers (since killed, mostgallantly trying to arrest one of histroopers who was running amuck witha rifle and a supply of cartridges, andwho had already killed two other men of the regiment), and Mr. R , a young-ster waiting for his commission. Theydist
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