CHAPTER XI 



MY RECORD BISON AND A COUPLE OF TIGERS 



By C. W. G. Morris 



I SPENT a long time in South Africa on the 

 Zambesi, in the very thick of game, but as I wish 

 to write here entirely on Indian sport, I will not 

 touch on my adventures in Africa. 



I had been very seedy, getting continued 

 attacks of malaria, which culminated in "black- 

 water," so I was forced to take sick-leave. 



In December of 1905 my leave had still to 

 run till May following, so, as the home winter 

 was a bit too damp and cold for a constitution 

 somewhat disordered by malaria and a long 

 residence in such a hot climate as the Zambesi, I 

 took advantage of an invitation from a very old 

 Indian friend to spend the Indian winter with him. 



I landed at Bombay, and arrived at Telli- 

 cherry on the 11th. 



I had a rare good time at Tellicherry, and felt 

 as jolly as a sand-boy at finding myself back in 

 India. Mr. and Mrs. L. both combined to make 

 me feel thoroughly at home, and the two weeks I 

 spent on the coast were filled up with a con- 

 tinued round of dinners, etc. We had to return 

 to Tellicherry from a sea-fishing trip we took, as 



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