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toll of them. Other methods being futile at this season, a 

 patient seat in a tree is the only way of bringing the feline 

 to book ; and he may now return to his -* kill ' at any time 

 of day, especially when the mist- banks settle down on the 

 woods. The writer has known tigers thus shot at midday, 

 and early in the afternoon. However, as already noted; 

 there is little sport to be had in the rains near our little 

 Junglypur, although a tramp along the open, outlying 

 foot-hills, where the soil is gravelly and the going hard 

 and dry, will repay the wandering rifleman by many a 

 charming stalk at gazelle and antelope. 



Localities like this little station of ours, where some 

 pottering sport, as has been described, may be had within a 

 walk or ride of one's quarters, are now few and far between 

 in this deteriorating land. 



Poor old ' Jungly pur !' In spite of its drawbacks, its 

 admittedly bad climate, its loneliness, some of us will ever 

 have a soft corner for it in our memories. 



Many the jolly day spent on its plains, and in its jungly 

 hills, and in its comfortable old-fashioned little Mess, the 

 walls of which bear silent testimony to the sport it has 

 afforded to more than one generation of sportsmen. To us> 

 apparently the last of these, it has given of its best 

 scarcely comparable with the ' best ' of its palmy old days 

 but something nevertheless. 



Tigers, panthers and leopards, bears, bison ; many a fine 

 sambar among which may be counted trophies magni- 

 ficent even in a region where the 'rusa* is at his very 

 best beside nilgae, barking deer, four-horned antelope, 

 etc., and, in the open country, chinkara and buck in great 

 numbers. Also some pigsticking, and a little small game 

 shooting, the best day, to my recollection, being a yield 

 of a hundred head, including seventy hares. 



