264 Incidents of Foreign Field Sport. 



come across a "kill," however putrid the flesh maybe, 

 they will greedily devour it. Sows and the young 

 ones are capital eating, but an old boar's flesh is 

 coarse and rank. 



That night we had a long confab, with the Karen 

 and our shikaries, and it was decided we were to go 

 straight to the Gna-Eein and not shoot at anything 

 but big game, or an aged stag if it came in our way. 

 What capital cooks the Indians are ! Lloyd had only 

 Burmese servants. Mine were all Madrassies, and I 

 never knew them to fail to serve up a repast that 

 would not have done honour to a feast, except on one 

 occasion. We had arrived at our halting-place very 

 late after dark and missed the huts prepared for 

 us, so slept in the open, and the cooking of course 

 was alfresco. A capital dinner was extemporised, but 

 when served up, every single dish was full of flying 

 bugs not the ordinary small green ones, which are 

 offensive enough, but monsters which, attracted by 

 the fires, had invaded all our cooking pots ; so met 

 with a deserved death but spoilt our meal. However, 

 we had always plenty of canned edibles with us, and 

 a tin of sardines, partaken of under the protection 

 of mosquito curtains, sufficed to allay our hunger. 



May 7th. We were up and away before daybreak. 

 Our breakfast, under charge of my Maty boy, was 

 carried on an elephant, and sundry bottles of beer, 

 duly wrapped in wet cloths, were hung on the sides of 

 the pad to cool. We saw lots of deer of sorts, but 

 none we cared to kill. We also disturbed a few 

 jungle and peafowl. As we entered the heavy cover, 

 Lloyd came upon a herd of buffaloes. He emptied his 

 battery into them, when they all crossed the line in 



