Jungle By- Ways in India 



delicate, green, hot-weather foliage. Sambhar, 

 too, were plentiful in this favoured area, and tiger 

 and bison were far from being uncommon. 



We looked into or marched through several of 

 these park-like pieces of grass country without 

 seeing anything worthy of a second glance. 

 Barasingha there were, but as the maximum 

 number of head allowed to be shot this year 

 had already been attained, they were ' closed/ 

 the consequence being that one was always 

 meeting really good heads. A few chitul with 

 small stags were also seen. Leaving the grass 

 areas, our route took us into a piece of sal forest 

 of some extent, the lower levels being a thick forest 

 of pure sal, whilst mixed bamboo and scrub 

 occupied the higher parts. We had been march- 

 ing through this some time when the shikari, 

 Kanig by name, suddenly stopped, and a stag 

 sambhar got up and trotted off. The head was 

 a fair one, and, changing the small bore for the 

 500 Express, I went after him. He did not 

 appear to have been much startled, but we never 

 saw him again. A long track was out of the 

 question, as the forest was a huge one, and I had 

 determined to march straight into B - so as 

 to arrive there before the heat became oppressive. 

 L'homme propose ! 



Giving up the stag we continued down 

 through the forest, putting up some doe sambhar 

 on our way, until we saw the trees thinning in 



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