TOO WILD LIFE IN NORTH CANARA. 



but beyond a dim twinkling of tawny 

 legs among the canes, I could make 

 out no distinct form, and of course did 

 not attempt to fire. The wild herd 

 were aware of us, and instinctively 

 avoided us in their rush ; but they 

 could not have seen more of us than 

 we did of them. 



I once killed a bull bison' near Nag- 

 wadi, on the Mysore border, and 

 learned why it is that the head of the 

 animal seems so nearly invulnerable. 

 It was in the sultry month of May, and 

 the grass had been burnt on the bare 

 hills outside the forests. A herd of 

 bison broke cover and crossed a bare 

 and blackened plain on their way to 

 the opposite jungle. A handsome bull, 

 just full grown, led the herd, and as 



