24 GUN, RIFLE, AND HOUND. 



All things, however, come to an end, and in a 

 couple of hours the slow train reached a station some 

 dozen miles from my bungalow, where I had a tonga 

 or Indian dog-cart waiting. It was, however, obvious 

 that this could not contain us all and my prizes. So 

 I left my rifles, bedding, and servants behind, with 

 orders to the latter to get coolies and follow in the 

 morning. After securing tiger and sambur on the 

 cart, I wedged myself in between them and reached 

 home safely before half-past one, pretty well tired out. 

 My rest, however, was only a short one, for I had to 

 be on parade at sunrise, though feeling a bit seedy and 

 feverish. 



After parade my bungalow was besieged by all 

 the youngsters in the station, who had come to view 

 my prizes, and I dare say not a few of them envied 

 me my first tiger. 



