MUSK DEER. 137 



down in some low bush. He was so weak from 

 loss of blood that he could hardly stand, much 

 more get away, for the bullet, besides breaking his 

 hind leg, had entered into his body; and I despatched 

 him with my hunting-knife. 



Leaving one coolie in charge of the game, and 

 despatching the other to the camp for assistance to 

 carry it, I was strolling leisurely along in the direc- 

 tion of our bivouac, when a fine male musk deer 

 started up from almost under our feet. I let drive 

 right and left, but missed with both barrels, when 

 Chineah giving me my second gun, I managed to 

 roll him over with my third shot as he was bound- 

 ing away through the long grass. Musk deer- 

 hunting is very pretty sport, and the best practice 

 the sportsman can have to test his shooting, as the 

 game offers a very small mark and bounds along 

 with incredible swiftness. After taking out the 

 pod, which must have contained nearly an ounce 

 weight of musk, Chineah slung the deer over his 

 shoulders, and we made the best of our way to the 

 tents, where we found the Doctor busily engaged 

 in skinning and preserving a beautiful specimen of 



