IV A CENTRAL PROVINCE SHOOT 25 



Although no longer in our block, we were 

 allowed to continue tying up for this animal. 

 When we had been in our new quarters a few days 

 news reached us at midday that there had been a 

 kill there as well as one, of which we already knew, 

 only a mile from home. 



We decided that I should beat for the former 

 and then join my wife and sit up for the latter. 



A six mile jog-trot march brought me to our 

 old beat by 2.30 p.m. Beaters were to have been 

 ready on a kill occurring. Unluckily the men 

 were late and the beat did not start until 3.40 p.m. 

 This time I was in a good tree on the cliff at the 

 end of the beat. We put stopping cloth and 

 stops in our old nullah. 



After some time the noise of the beaters died 

 out and I could see men running across the 

 stream. My tree commanded a beautiful pano- 

 ramic view of the blue rocky stream and endless 

 ridge and dale of thick tree-tops. 



Presently a little Korku ran to me saying the 

 tigress was visible in a patch of cover in the beat, 

 and refused to move. I got down, made a detour 

 and ran with the little man to where the beaters 

 were up trees. We reached a tree with half-a- 

 dozen men, all pointing, festooned on it. The 

 Korku shinned up and I followed, only in time to 

 hear groans of " Ah, she's gone." I jumped down 

 and flew back round to the cliff, telling the Korku 

 to get hold of the shikari and have the beat 

 restarted. 



After a long time this was done, but the line 

 was bad and the yelling only half-hearted. How- 

 ever, I sat still as a mouse. It was the only thing 



