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forest-clad plateau or tableland itself being about 

 1000 or so, whilst isolated peaks may reach 

 3000 feet or more. This was the case with Kuili- 

 brum, the peak I now stood upon. There at my 

 feet lay the forest I had just come through, 

 looking as flat as a pancake, and yet one knew it 

 for a network of stony hills. Out yonder a white 

 speck is gleaming in the sunshine amidst a sea of 

 deep green. It is a small forest rest-house many 

 miles away. All round the horizon hills are piled 

 up in a picturesque confusion, and in the blue haze 

 of the distance can be seen the great range on 

 which lies the Ranchi plateau and the head- 

 quarters of the Commissioner who rules over 

 this wild country. 



I carefully sweep all the near spurs of Kuili- 

 brum for bison, but without success. We pro- 

 ceed eastwards along the ridge. Suddenly my 

 rifle goes up mechanically. What is that springing 

 along some 60 yards ahead ? I only get a glimpse, 

 but think it is a deer. The shikari touches my 

 arm, and I see that I have mistaken a lungoor, 

 a monkey standing some 4 feet high, for a deer. 

 I soon see that we have disturbed a family party, 

 and their loud whoops resound through the forest. 

 Big, heavy, greyish fellows these, with enor- 

 mously long, powerful arms and tails. They soon 

 take to the trees, and the noise is tremendous. 

 I now decided to halt and have a little lunch 

 and a rest to recoup my somewhat jaded energies, 

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