Frank Radcliffe; a story of travel and adventure in the forests of Venezuela . ir break cover andplunge into the water. In this we were not dis-appointed. Almost directly in front of us we couldhear a loud crashing among the underwood; andimmediately after, the hunted animal emerged, withthe dog hard at his heels. Shouting loudly, hopingto scare him from plunging into the stream, we bothfired together, but so quickly that neither of us madea good shot. The tapir fell, however, but immediatelyrecovered his legs, and, still harassed by the dog, dis-appeared in the dense underwood. The boat wasqu
Frank Radcliffe; a story of travel and adventure in the forests of Venezuela . ir break cover andplunge into the water. In this we were not dis-appointed. Almost directly in front of us we couldhear a loud crashing among the underwood; andimmediately after, the hunted animal emerged, withthe dog hard at his heels. Shouting loudly, hopingto scare him from plunging into the stream, we bothfired together, but so quickly that neither of us madea good shot. The tapir fell, however, but immediatelyrecovered his legs, and, still harassed by the dog, dis-appeared in the dense underwood. The boat wasquickly paddled to the bank, and George and theIndian followed in pursuit, while I kept watch out-side, lest the beast might again attempt to escape bydiving. The moments passed slowly as my com^^anion andthe Indian forced their way through the tangledveo^etation. At leno-th a loud shout announced thatthe game had been found. Tying the canoe to thebranches of a bush on the bank, I landed, and soonreached the spot where lay the tapir, disabled by 0m> HZ O•n HIm H> ?0. FEVERS. 269 the shots, but not yet dead. A shot through thehead settled him, and our Indian companion pro-ceeded, with every demonstration of satisfaction, tobutcher the game. It was certainly a wild spot, overhung by theinterwoven branches of the trees, and rendered stillmore gloomy by the many tendrils and vine-likecreepers which added to the impenetrability of thefoliage. As soon as the tapir was cut up into piecesof a size to be conveniently carried to the canoe, weeach shouldered our burden; and well pleased withthe success which had attended our hunt, we returnedin time for breakfast to our hosts house. The worthypadre was delighted by the contribution towards hislarder of the tapir, which we were only too glad tobe able to give him. This was the only sport we had while staying atthis place, as the almost incessant rain prevented usfrom going out. The rich vegetation, loaded withmoisture, wet us to the
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