was opening the elk, with the pack all round me licking their
lips in expectation, old "Madcap" was jostled by one of the greyhounds,
and slipped into a basin among the rocks, which formed an edge of about
two feet above the surface.

The opposite side of the pool was hemmed in by rocks about six feet
high, and the direction of the under-current was at once shown by poor
old "Madcap" being swept up against this high wall of rock, where she
remained paddling with all her might in an upright position.

I saw the poor beast would be sucked under, and yet I could not save
her. However, I did my best at the risk of falling in myself.

I took off my handkerchief and made a slip-knot, and begging Pelly to
lie down on the top of the rock, I took his hand while I clung to the
face of the wall as I best could by a little ledge of about two inches'
width.

With great difficulty I succeeded in hooking the bitch's head in the
slip-knot, but in my awkward position I could not use sufficient
strength to draw her out. I could only support her head above the
water, which I could distinctly feel was drawing her from me.
Presently she gave a convulsive struggle, which freed her head from the
loop, and in an instant she disappeared.

I could not help going round the rock to see if her body should be
washed out when the torrent reappeared, when, to my astonishment, up
she popped all right, not being more than half drowned by her
subterranean excursion, and we soon helped her safe ashore.
Fortunately for her, the passage had been sufficiently large to pass
her, although I have no doubt a man would have been held fast and
drowned.

There was so much water in the river that I determined to move from
this locality as too dangerous for hunting. I therefore ordered the
village people to assemble on the following morning to carry the loads
and tent. In the mean time I sent for the dead elk.

There could riot be a better place for a hunting-box than that cave.
We soon had a glorious fire roaring round the kennel-pot, which, having
been well scoured with sand and water, was to make the soup. Such
soup!--shades of gourmands, if ye only smelt that cookery! The pot held
six gallons, and the whole elk, except a few steaks, was cut up and
alternately boiled down in sections. The flesh was then cut up small
for the pack, the marrowbones reserved for "master," and the soup was
then boiled until it had evaporated to the quantity required. A fe