He had stolen out unnoticed, and shot a beautiful tiger-cat, which he displayed in great triumph.
"Well done, noble hunter!" said I; "you deserve the thanks of the fowls and pigeons; they would most probably have all fallen a sacrifice to-night, if you had not slain their deadly foe.

Pray wage war with all his kind, or we shall not have a chicken left for the pot." Ernest then examined the animal with his customary attention, and declared that the proper name was the _margay_, a fact Fritz did not dispute, only requesting that Jack might not meddle with the skin, as he wished to preserve it for a belt.

I recommended them to skin it immediately, and give the flesh to the dogs.

Jack, at the same time, determined to skin his porcupine, to make dog-collars.

Part of its flesh went into the soup-kettle, and the rest was salted for the next day.