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got tlie start of me when I came up, and thus carried 

 me some four or five miles towards the base of the hills, 

 before a lucky shot at a very long range caught him in 

 the centre of the neck and finished the business. 



It is curious how often incidents like that one with 

 the Bori sambar occur. A beast shot in the lunsrs will 

 run on, particularly down hill, for several hundred yards 

 before he drops, though then he will generally fall stone 

 dead ; and the collapse frequently occurs just when he 

 receives another wound, though it may be a very slight 

 one, or when anything occurs to interrupt his impetus. 

 I remember when shooting in the Kohilkhund Terai, a 

 hog deer ran the gauntlet of a whole line of elephants. 

 I had fired at him first on the right with a little rifle 

 carrying a very peculiar bullet, but we all thought we 

 had to register a miss when he fell to the Joe Manton of 

 old Col. S. on the extreme left of the line ; and it was 

 not till we were examining the goodly heap of slain 

 brought in by the pad elephants on our return to camp 

 that I thought of looking for my shot, and found that 

 the death wound was from my rifle after all, as we cut 

 out the little bullet from the top of its shoulder, while 

 the Colonel's round ball had only just grazed its quarter. 

 On another occasion I had fired at a large tiger sneaking 

 through some thin jungle in the Betiil district. The 

 brute dashed ahead out of sight with loud roars, but 

 presently came wheeling round in a circle, galloped along 

 the bottom of a small ravine, and came up the bank of 

 it right opposite me, as I thought with the determination 

 of making a home charge. As his head appeared over 

 the top I fired at it, at the distance of only some dozen 

 paces, and he tumbled back again to the bottom, where 

 he lay dead. My astonishment was not small to find 



