IN AN INDIAN FOEEST EESEEVE 281 



cat lay still. The shock of the heavy bullet had 

 prevented a single movement. The conical ball had 

 entered the left side of the chest and raked all the 

 vitals, causing instantaneous death. The beaters 

 came crowding round to join in cursing the panther's 

 ancestors to the most remote degree. The calves and 

 goats were avenged. It was an old male, and in 

 splendid condition. He was soon fastened on to the 

 tonga, and I drove home in triumph. 



