Jungle By-Ways in India 



another shot the rules of sport and the forest 

 notwithstanding. The fates willed that I should 

 have bad luck. I turned away with a feeling of 

 annoyance, and commenced to look for the blood 

 of the bull I had first wounded. My disgust was 

 increased by the demeanour of the men who, to 

 my surprise, answered my inquiries as to where 

 the bull had stood when I fired by stating and 

 showing that they did not think I had hit it. 

 Hit or not, every inch of the ground was going 

 to be carefully searched ; to that I at once made 

 up my mind. Some distance from the cow we 

 came upon some blood. This they at once put 

 down as being the cow's. I was too certain, how- 

 ever, about my shot to give in, and I took a 

 wide cast in the direction I believed the bull had 

 gone. After some search, only half-heartedly 

 joined in by the men, I found blood on 

 some tall grass. I pointed it out triumphantly 

 to Anacondu. The mixed look of pity and amuse- 

 ment on his face as he stooped to pick some of the 

 blades was good to see, and so was the rapid 

 transfiguration which resulted on his finding 

 blood, fresh blood, upon his fingers. All listless- 

 ness vanished now. With a wounded bull about 

 it was no time to skulk, and they all set to work 

 with a will. Cautiously and carefully we followed 

 the tracks, and soon we came upon a mass of 

 clotted, frothy blood which was sufficient proof 

 that the animal had met its death-blow, and that 



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