I had a hound of a kind of cross-breed,
which in India is known as the Poly
gad. These dogs are nnsuited for
coursing, but make splendid compan
ion for long and rapid journeys on
horseback, being able to go great dis
tances without fatigue, and caring littie
for heat. Phakree, (beautiful.) lorsnch
was her name, bad been my companion
for years, and during tlie time was sel
dom out of my sight. When she had
become old and unablo to keep pace
with me in my gallop, I parted with
her to a friend whom she seemed to
take a great fancy to, and who then
resided on the Mahableshwur Hills.
My own station, Foonah. lay about
eighty miles east of Mahableshwur, and
is separated from the hill by three
ranges ot lofty mountains, which in
tboeedava were covered with dense jun
gle. Ou tbe day of my departure I cau
tioned my friend to keep Pbakree
securely chained for some days, so that
she might not follow me. On this occa
siontor I had been the journey ouce
or twice before I left the main road
and selected an unfrequented bridle
path for my route, in order that 1 might
enjoy the beautiful mouutain scenery
through wbich it led. I bad reached
Poooah. and had been there for several
days, living in my tent, when one night
I was roused bv the howling of a dog
under my bedstead. 1 struck a light,
when, to my astonishment, there waa
poor Phakree. with a collar round her
neck, and a few links of chain haugiug
to it. A letter I received next ni ruing
from my friend gave me to kn iw that
she had broken loose and run away.
