CHAPTER X 



MORE TUR HUNTING 



Here stand we both, and aim we at the best. 



J Henry VI, 



I'll do what I can to get you a pair of horns. 



Merry Wives of Windsor. 



Meanwhile Kenneth had bagged a trio of the much- 

 vaunted tur of the district, and their heads surpassed 

 even Ah's sanguine expectations. The least magnifi- 

 cent beast was apportioned to the men, for we were 

 quite out of the way of the staple food of the country 

 — mutton. 



Catering disguised as a game of chance becomes 

 really interesting as it loses its deadly sameness. Some 

 days our larder overflowed, others there were when 

 fresh food was non est, and we had to rely on our stock 

 of tinned meats and the men on millet. 



As we sat by the small fire trying to forget the 

 cutting wind in fighting the day's battles o'er again, a 

 little ragged hillman, small and nimble as a Goorkha, 

 suddenly appeared in our midst — a surprising appari- 

 tion. He was quite unlike any of the tribes we had 

 already met, and spoke a patois which baffled our 

 linguist. 



How he came to us, so far away from human 

 habitations, was an unsolvable puzzle. He waved 



