70 Leaves from an Indian Jungle. 



My orderly rushed up and informed me that the panther 

 had not gone off into the hills. He had found its tracks 

 leading into a little patch of scrub and samalu bush in the 

 river- bed ; and, c< ringing " this covert, could find no traces 

 of exit. Therefore the panther might be there ! At any 

 rate, a silent beat could do no harm. 



The village was only a few hundred yards away ; and a 

 goodly body of beaters was shortly ready, all armed with 

 bamboo lathis. I posted myself on the river bank about a 

 hundred yards up-stream, and the beat began. 



A few seconds later a large panther walked quietly out 

 of a cactus bush, and sat down directly below me, looking 

 back over his shoulder. My rifle was raised, and next 

 moment the man-eater of Belkhera had paid the penalty of 

 his crimes. 



