HUNTING & SHOOTING IN CEYLON 



Garrick was my companion on this trip, and, arriving at 

 our point of departure for the jungle, we found our carriers 

 insufficient for our needs. This forced us to consume two 

 days in getting to our ground by travelling only such a 

 distance as would enable the men to return for a second 

 load after we had reached a camping place, thus getting all 

 our things together by each carrier doing a double but short 

 journey of not more than 5 or 6 miles each day. 



To ease things a bit for our first day's journey, we took 

 our cart 4 miles down our jungle track and camped on the 

 bank of a lovely little forest river, in big forest, where we 

 stopped the first night. 



It was beautifully fine, so we did not put up our tent, 

 merely setting up our camp beds under the grand trees on 

 the bank of the river, and, after a stroll round in the 

 evening (during which I bagged a red deer and Garrick 

 got a spotted buck) and a good dinner, we slept peacefully 

 with naught but the forest as our tent. Next day we 

 tramped 6 miles through fine shooting country, in course 

 of which I bagged a buck, and we saw pig, deer, elk, 

 and heard leopards, eventually reaching a slab rock, in 

 the midst of the forest, in which was a good pool of water, 

 and pitching camp in the forest bordering the rock. We 

 had, of course, taking the precaution to bring along our 

 chairs, table, and food stuffs first, and retained our cook 

 whilst sending back the rest of the men for the balance 

 of the things, and by evening everything had safely arrived. 

 We dined at dusk, and, as the weather seemed set for fine, 

 we decided not to put up the tents, but went peacefully to 

 bed under nature's canopy once more. About 9 o'clock 

 I was awakened by an ominous patter on the forest leaves, 

 and a distant roaring sound, which fetched me out of bed 

 instanter yelling to Garrick and the men. Frantically 



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