A Hunting Trip in India 



seven miles away. On my return I found that 

 my companions had gone out for a beat, and 

 so, after a hurried breakfast, I jumped on my 

 horse and rode after them. That afternoon 

 we beat two ravines and got a tiger. This 

 was the last tiger that we killed. The weather 

 was getting very warm, and, though we stayed 

 a week longer out, we failed to get on terms 

 with Mr. Stripes again. However, 1 shot three 

 sambur stags. Two of them were weighed 

 in camp, their weight being, respectively, 450 

 and 438 pounds. 



It was now getting hot, and I determined 

 to start northward for my summer's hunting 

 in the Himalayas and Cashmere, although it 

 was rather early to try to get through the 

 mountains. I left Lahore on April 6th for the 

 Pir Pinjal. My transportation consisted of 

 eight pack ponies and three native single- 

 horse carts. I was shown every courtesy by 

 Mr. McKay, a member of the Forest Depart- 

 ment, at Gujarat. I intended to make a hunt 

 for gorals and bears in the mountains around 

 the Pir Pinjal before striking through to Cash- 

 mere. The goral is a little mountain antelope, 

 much like the chamois, only with straight 

 horns. The bear in the region in which I 



