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182 J 22 FABLED STORIES FROM THE ZOO.
did elude his broadside; but received the
bullet in my left hind-leg. This quite crippled
me, and before I could recover from the shock,
he was upon me with his large flashing knife
in his hand. I thought my last moment was
at hand, and I gave myself up for dead. One
thought alone gave me joy : at any rate my
parents will have heard the report of the
gun, and have escaped! As this rapidly
passed through my mind, the dagger was at
my throat!
"’ Papa, papa,’ I heard a sweet little child’s
voice cry, ’ Oh, what a dear little stag! And
have you been so cruel as to shoot it ? Oh,
papa, do not kill it! Such a dear,
harmless little thing cannot be meant to be killed.’
And she was right. Man seems to think that
everything that is beautiful should be hunted
and killed. But this little girl was my
salvation. Her father granted her request, saying,
’Well, Aggy, if you want him, you must look
after him-’ So she stooped down, and with
her own little pocket-handkerchief, bound up
my wounded leg, and I was carried along
by two men on a wooden stretcher, all bound
down, to the house where she lived."
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