98 WILD LIFE IN NORTH CANARA. 



served in a friend's collection in Scot- 

 land. 



Word was brought me one morning 

 that a small herd of bison were lying 

 down in an open glade in the Ancola 

 forest, not far from Belikeri. I started 

 for a stalk with the shikari who brought 

 the news, and Manoel, a little Ooncani 

 peon who always carried my second 

 gun. The herd had risen before we 

 reached the spot, leaving the impress 

 of their bulky forms on the long grass, 

 and we tracked them to a steep stony 

 hill, densely covered with a growth of 

 bastard bamboo cane. 



As we ascended cautiously, it was 

 easy to follow in the bison's wake, 

 marked as it was by bent and trampled 

 cane, and we now and then picked up 



