CHAPTER XIV. 



ESCAPE FROM HYDROPHOBIA. 



AFTER being relieved at Rajahmundry, I was return- 

 ing to head-quarters at Vizianagram. My guns I had 

 sent on as the season for shooting was past. We halted 

 for a day at Juggumpett. The weather was sultry and 

 there were only two beds, or rather cots, available in 

 the traveller's bungalow. Dragging these into the 

 verandah, I put our mattrasses on them for my 

 wife and children, whilst I threw some razies on the 

 floor for myself. 



During the day there had been some commotion in 

 camp, for a pony lent to one of our native officers by 

 the Maharajah of Vizianagram had been bitten by a 

 jackal, and several of the villagers had suffered also 

 in the same way, but I never gave the matter a serious 

 thought. It was a bright night, for the moon was at 

 the full. At that time I was as hard as nails, having 

 been constantly shooting and rowing, and had acquired 

 a habit of sleeping with one arm over my head. This 

 position stretching the muscles of the back. A very 

 large Sussex spaniel and a pointer I had with me, had 

 made their bed at the further end of the verandah. 

 About 11 P.M. I was awoke with a sensation of a red 



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