In Untrodden Paths 



huge tail of a monster barbel showed on the sur- 

 face. One more haul, a lot of shouting and 

 gratuitous advice from the spectators, and two of 

 my gallant fellows rushed in with naked bayonets 

 and transfixed the fish, although how they missed 

 spiking one another I shall never understand. 



We had got him, but he was a big thing to 

 fish out ; however, the spectators soon settled 

 that for us, and placed the monster intact 

 on the bank. Then came the weighing process. 

 That seemed a hard nut to crack, for there was 

 only a solitary five-pound weight available. 

 Some bright person settled the difficulty by 

 suggesting tnat the barbel should be divided out 

 there and then as food ; he was tired of waiting, 

 he said. That gave us a clue. The fish was 

 duly snapshotted, and then cut up and weighed 

 out bit by bit. He came to about forty-six and 

 a half pounds as nearly as I could calculate it, 

 though the last two pieces were rather fragment- 

 ary. Their owners, however, didn't object in the 

 least; it was all right, they said, as it was "all 

 fish " ! 



The cattle in this part of the world are for the 

 most part black and white. They are small as 

 compared with English cattle, and have a hump 

 on the back, much more developed in the cases of 

 the bulls, so that they greatly resemble the mild- 

 eyed oxen of India, though their tempers cannot 

 be said to be so equable. We were passing along 



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