332 SHIKAR SKETCHES. 



A FRAGMENT. 



Know you the land where the jungle thick growing 

 Gives promise of sport, the true huntsman's aim, 

 Where the track of the panther and dark, tusky boar 

 Now startles to chillness, now maddens to fame ? 

 Know you the land of the * baubul ' and ' bheer,' 

 Where the fruit never tempts you, the thorns never 



spare, 



Where the f mhowa ' sweet-scented in solitude yields 

 Its perfume unsought o'er untenanted fields ; 

 Where the palate unpampered's ne'er greeted with 



fruit, 



And the voice of the jackal scarce ever is mute ; 

 Where the grass aromatic waves high in the air, 

 And the sun's ever shining incessant its glare ; 

 Where the virgins are scarce as the rose on their 



cheek, 



And all, save the sportsman's dear spot, seems a bleak ? 



******** 



' Oriental Sporting Magazine,' October, 1829. 



SONG. 



i. 



The hunter came down like the storm in its speed, 

 And the foam was all white on the flanks of his steed ; 

 When he passed in his course there was trembling 



and fear, 

 And the mighty boar shrank from the gleam of his spear! 



