No calling or whistling would induce him to return, and I never saw him again.

How he knew that a crocodile was in the stream I cannot imagine.

He must have had a narrow escape at some former time, which was a lesson that he seemed determined to profit by.
Shortly after the disappearance of the dog, I separated from my companion and took a different line of country.

Large plains, with thorny jungles and bushes of the long cockspur thorn interspersed, formed the character of the ground.

This place literally swarmed with peafowl, partridges, and deer.