We therefore strangled him with my necktie, as I did not wish to spoil his hide by any further wound.

This was a pleasing sacrifice to the "manes" of old Bluebeard.
E.Palliser had at one time the luck to have a fair turn up with a leopard with the dogs and hunting-knife.

At that time he kept a pack at Dimboola, about nine miles from my house.

Old Bluebeard belonged to him, and he had a fine dog named "Pirate," who was the heaviest and best of his seizers.
He was out hunting with two or three friends, when suddenly a leopard sprang from the jungle at one of the smaller hounds as they were passing quietly along a forest path.

Halloaing the pack on upon the instant, every dog gave chase, and a short run brought him to bay in the usual place of refuge, the boughs of a tree.
However, it so happened that there was a good supply of large sharp stones upon the soil, and with these the whole party kept up a spirited bombardment, until at length one lucky shot hit him on the head, and at the same moment he fell or jumped into the middle of the pack.