CHAP. IV A CENTRAL PROVINCE SHOOT 23 



We lived in a forest bungalow and at first had 

 poor sport, for the tiger had already left the hills 

 and gone into the valleys below, of which only one 

 at first belonged to us. 



I wanted to feed the villagers and did some 

 amazingly bad shooting at nilghai, which abounded 

 there. After wounding one, I feared my little 

 rifle was too light, so after that I fired at them no 

 more. 



One evening our small dog was chased by two 

 wolves right up to our feet as we were out for an 

 evening stroll. I could have shot them easily, 

 but for once had no rifle with me. The wolves 

 were certainly not stretching themselves and the 

 dog was not alarmed. It was a friendly affair, 

 and the second instance of such that I have seen 

 between dogs and wolves. 



The spear grass was high and troublesome. 

 Luckily khaki is almost proof against this 

 grass. Gaiters are a necessity but bare legs are 

 better. 



I was unable to do much for a week owing to 

 a bad foot. My bath was outside the bungalow 

 in a tent, and stepping to it one evening I felt 

 something curl on my leg and bite my big toe. 

 The creature dropped off : I ran to the light and 

 found two close punctured holes with a spot of 

 blood on each. 



Within a minute of being bitten I tied a liga- 

 ture and cut deep into and round the toe with a 

 razor, and my wife and I rubbed in permangan- 

 ate at once. She gave me hot milk and put me 

 to bed. I had a big yawning attack and a feeling 

 of contraction in the throat as if some one were 



