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gaur moved on at all I don't know for practically he 

 had two broken legs but go he did, and hid behind a 

 patch of long grass, intending doubtless to charge, 

 but a seven-footer cannot hide like a mouse. So his 

 huge carcase, looming like a rock, caught my eye ; the 

 dorsal ridge being fully exposed, I fired at it, but the 

 shot did not move the beast. As there was no tree close 

 and I did not care to encounter a charge at close quarters 

 with only one barrel loaded, I aimed for the neck and 

 pulled trigger, expecting that this time he would 

 inevitably come for me. No, not he, so I reloaded. 

 When I looked up again there the bull stood in exactly 

 the same position. Lloyd came up, and separating, 

 we advanced upon either flank, but no fresh shots were 

 required, for the grand old beast gracefully knelt 

 down, toppled over and expired. This w r as the finest 

 gaur I ever saw. We left a man and an elephant 

 to flay the " pyoung," and to take his head and as 

 much of the meat as was wanted, with the marrow 

 bones, to camp, and continued our hunt. Again the 

 jungles had been disturbed and we saw nothing worth 

 shooting until close to the foot of the Yomahs. That 

 meant ten or twe]ve miles from camp, when we came 

 upon more gaur, from which Lloyd secured a cow. On 

 our route homewards we knocked over a sambur stag, 

 two does, and a fine hog deer. 



On the 15th we went to a vast plain where large game 

 was said to abound. It was miles away from any 

 village that we knew of. The days had been intensely 

 hot, for not a drop of rain had fallen for many weeks, 

 and the grass was on the greater part of the plain 

 nearly twenty feet high, and as combustible as tinder. 

 It was hard work pushing one's way through it, for the 



