The remaining portion of this man's story filled me with rage and horror.

Merriman would not leave the body of the elk: the natives thought that the dog might be discovered in their village, which would lead to the detection of the theft of the elk; they, therefore, tied this beautiful hound to a tree, knocked his brains out with a hatchet, and threw his body into the river.

This dog was a favourite with everyone who knew the pack.

The very instant that I heard the intelligence, I took a good stick, and, in company with my brother, three friends, and my informant, we started to revenge Merriman.

Perewelle is twelve miles from my house across country: it was six P.M.when we started, and we arrived at a village within two miles of this nest of villains at half-past eight.