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" grazing in a neighbouring swamp, and the way in which the 

 " foolish creature would stand and stamp with its foot, staring at me 

 " all the time with both ears and eyes, was to say the least, astoiiish- 

 " ing. During this scene, I kept aiming at the animal, killing her 

 " over and over again in my mind's eye ! and thinking all the time 

 " what a chance it would be for a Slaughterer ! ! On one occasion 

 " fancying a stag might be near at hand, and hoping to prevent the 

 " hind giving the bell of alarm, I tried many dodges to get her to 

 " move on ; threw up my arms, took off and waved my hat ; jumped 

 " and danced about : the deuce a bit. Instead of quietly making 

 " herself scarce, she came on towards me, not being 30 yards distant 

 " all the time. At last I had to run at her and she let me come on 

 " some ten paces before she bolted, with one warning bell, into the 

 " sholah close by. I have but to remark that these instances, have 

 " only occurred with females. Are we to put it down to the natural 

 " curiosity prevailing with the softer sex at large ? 



" And now, let me attempt to describe my idea of how to shoot 

 " the sambur. I must then, friend Editor, take you out with me 

 " for a stalk, and show you how it is or ought to be done. We will 

 " then suppose ourselves encamped on the Koondahs, some 20 or 

 " 25 miles from Ooty. You know what lovely scenery there pro- 

 " vails, especially near the ghats ; I cannot even attempt to de 

 "justice to it. My pen would fail altogether to describe faithfully 

 " the grandeur of the mountains, the wonders of the precipices, the 

 " beauty of the cascades and waterfalls, and the magnificent forests 

 " that trend along the hill sides almost interminably, or broken 

 " here and there into open vistas of grass valleys or rolling swards, 

 " between the sholahs, where the wild denizens of the wood delight 

 " to bask, warmed by the sun and lulled to repose by the pleasant 

 " sounds of rustling leaves and falling waters. These spots must 

 " be seen, they cannot be pourtrayed by my feeble pen. Well at 

 " early dawn, or somewhat before when the morning star first peeps 

 " above the eastern heights, we start ; a cold and bitter east-wind 

 " blowing keenly in our faces, drawing tears from our eyes, and 

 " numbing our fingers and feet as we cross the neighbouring swamp, 

 " covered with hoar-frost crackling crisp under our feet. A brave 

 " morning indeed ; how strong and hearty does one feel ! how 



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