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a firm seat in the centre. The relation of my 

 first experience of this kind before the camp- 

 fire one night caused my companion unfeeling 

 merriment. Suddenly his face fell. " Did you 

 say like a small boil ? Now I come to think, 

 tubbing this evening here, would you mind 

 having a look at my back ? Two or three of 



them, do you say ? Oh, ! ! Gone, 



are they? Thanks awfully." I luckily had a 

 good supply of " Keating " with me, for the 

 makers of which I suggest a motto "A vinculo 

 et thoro" 



The best head of the trip was a very fine four- 

 teen-pointer shot by D., of which I will tell the 

 story. About ten one morning I had arrived at 

 the end of my beat without seeing anything. 

 The Karatikan ridge here divides into two forest- 

 crowned spurs, enclosing a large corrie deep in 

 grass, and sprinkled with blackberry and other 

 bushes. We crossed the corrie, and there my 

 hunter sat down to eat. High up above us was 

 a rock, on which the black figure of D.'s shikari 

 suddenly stood out, making signs and pointing 

 to somewhere about the middle of the corrie. 

 Nothing, however, was to be seen. The figures 

 then disappeared, and we, after waiting a bit, 

 moved up the corrie looking carefully about, and 

 so worked back. Beaching camp late in the 



