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and a slight crackle made by incautiously stepping 

 on one of these is quite enough to rouse the deer's 

 attention, and send him off clattering down the 

 hill-side. 



In stalking, I found a pair of racquet shoes most 

 useful. These I had carried by my gun-bearer, 

 and exchanged my shooting boots for them on 

 beginning the stalk. 



I was never fortunate enough myself to obtain 

 a really good head, but I got a very fair one once, 

 and the description of the stalk may be worth re- 

 calling, more perhaps because it was typical of 

 the sport than for any of the incidents which 

 were by no means out of the common. I had got 

 a few days' leave, and had gone out to the valley 

 of the Doon, and pitched my camp at a place 

 called Kansaro, about midway between the native 

 town of Hurdwar and the English station of 

 Dehra Doon. I had met with a shikari called 

 Juggoo, a capital tracker, and a wonderful shot. 

 I once saw him knock over with my twelve-bore 

 rifle a jungle-fowl sitting on the branch of a tree 

 some eighty yards off. However, I must not 

 digress by enumerating Mr. Juggoo's good quali- 

 ties arid accomplishments. Suffice it to say that 

 I had undertaken this expedition on the strength 

 of his assurance that I should have good sport, 

 and as far as the truth of his assertions went I 



