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Lying in the verandah I also saw and measured a fine pair of Sambur horns 

 that had just been brought in by a Garhwali villager who had found the dead 

 body of the animal caught by the horns in the fork formed by two young 

 " cheer " trees, Pinns longifolia : the right horn I found to be 34 inches and 

 the left 35|, both having good brow and trez tines. 



It was at this delightful camping ground on our return journey that I was 

 awakened by the shikari in a very excited manner bearing the news that a 

 couple of wild-dogs were attacking a boar near the spring which supplied our 

 camp with water, situated about 800 yards above our tents. Thrusting 

 my feet into a pair of boots I ran oat as I was in pyjamas, but was 

 too late to get a shot, though I heard the poor beast screaming as I ran up 

 the hill, and so did my wife, who did not however leave the tent. The wild- 

 dogs had been frightened off their quarry by the coolies who ran up on hear- 

 ing the noise of the scuffle. When I reached the spring the boar had managed 

 to make off, floundering down the hill, while the two wild-dogs had gone along 

 a spur of the hill. I followed them for some distance but could not get a 

 sight of the brutes. 



Mr. Nash told me that the jungles round there had been much harassed 

 recently by these scourges and that the previous night a tigress had killed 

 the stock bull dowu in a village near the Pindari river in a very bold manner, 

 smashing open the door of the cow-shed, shewing, I think, that she was 

 very hungry but unable to find game for herself in the Gwaldom jungles, 

 the wild-dogs having driven it all away. 



The tigress was a well known frequenter of the Gwaldom jungles, but never 

 before had been known to take toll from the villagers, having confined herself 

 to game killing only. 



I found herds of goats and sheep right up to 11,000 feet guarded by very 

 fierce half-bred Tibetan dogs, consequently the Tahr had gone further up to 

 the highest ground below snow level. At 13,000 feet there was a fine grass 

 growing that reminded me of the Sussex Downs and many wild flowers, the 

 beautiful little blue iris being the most conspicuous. The Tahr ground was 

 distinctly unpleasant and late in the afternoon, when the wind got up, one felt 

 that one might easily be blown off the knife-edges at any moment. The Garhwal 

 coolies all crouched when passing these places. On the side of the Dunga 

 Bakial at 13,500 feet, I got a magnificent view of Trisul and the snowy ranges 

 and could see the ripples on the snow crest of that trident-like peak. 



Major-General Macintyre in his delightful book, " Hindoo Koh," says this is 

 so called by the natives from its irregular summit being supposed to resemble a 

 Trisool or trident, which is by Hindoos regarded as symbolical of their divine 

 triad, Brahma the creator, Vishnu the preserver, and Siva the destroyer. 



I had to watch a couple of hours before I could get a shot at the Tahr, as 

 the buck was on a ledge where I could not get down to him, though a couple 

 of Tharni with their kids were playing about within 200 yards of me. I 

 judged the age of the kids to be about a month, so that as this was on the 3rd 



