Jungle By- Ways in India 



reached the cliff edge to my right. I was about 

 to give it up and turn to the shikari behind, 

 when suddenly a flicker. I looked. Yes ! 

 There was the bull standing beneath a twisted 

 mimosa tree, with the flickering sun shadows 

 on his back watching me. 



It is wonderful how a beast of this size can 

 hide itself practically in the open by instinctively 

 taking up such a position as to make it seem 

 part and parcel of its environment. Here beneath 

 this feathery foliaged tree, with the light and 

 shadow playing upon it, the bull to the casual 

 glance was invisible. 



I did not wait this time, but sighting on the 

 shoulder, put a bullet through his heart. 



The rest I left to the men. I do not like shoot- 

 ing blue bull, as I have said. It is too like shoot- 

 ing a pony ! 



