398 Incidents of Foreign Field Sport. 



paralysed with funk ! So. though I came out snipe- 

 shooting, I wound up by killing a tiger (for we found 

 him stone dead), a buffalo, and two rhinoceros. 

 Meat is always welcome in camp, so being mounted, 

 I made a detour and killed three marsh- or swamp- 

 deer (two does and one fine stag), all so rolling in fat 

 that when hit lumps of fat nearly as big as my fist 

 came out of the bullet holes. Going homewards I 

 thought of the solitary snipe, walked it up on the 

 elephant and bagged it. Thus ended an eventful day. 



