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fellow, very fond of sport, and knowing something 

 more than a little about it. The next day we (Porter 

 jun., Gough, and self) rode to the wild -looking 

 bungalow on the top of the hills, and beat several 

 woods, but with no success ; a wild-cat gave me an 

 awkward shot, and I missed her ; I also got a shot at a 

 sambur, but had my 2 5 -yard sight up instead of 100 ; 

 and it being a long shot I fired under a good way. 

 Gough went down to write some letters, and Porter 

 and I tried on. I was stationed at the end of a small 

 wood, with my Purdey in my hands, when I observed a 

 small, curiously-shaped deer creeping through the long 

 grass just outside the wood. I dropped my Purdey, 

 not wishing to make a mess of the skin with the large 

 ball, and took up my heavy Moore and broke its back. 

 I found it was what commonly goes by the name of 

 Jungle Sheep, but its proper name is Bekree ; it is very 

 much like the Roe-deer of Scotland, but not such a 

 graceful animal ; they offer a difficult shot, as they run 

 very low, with their heads in a straight line with their 

 bodies. After I had shot this we went to the old 

 broken-down bungalow, where I had ordered all my 

 things to be brought up to, intending to devote some 

 days in this dreary spot to stalking sambur, and if 

 possible, bison. After breakfast, which was a regular 

 hunter's makeshift meal, Porter returned to his father's 

 bungalow, and I went off with an old shikaree to try 

 for sambur. We crept and dodged about the tops of 

 crags, and peered into the sunny little glades dispersed 

 here and there in the vast jungle at our feet. We at 

 last caught sight of a young stag ; but something had 

 alarmed him, and although I lay watching him with my 

 deer-stalking telescope for a long time, his mind would 

 not rest, so at last he disappeared into the forest. 

 Better luck attended us next stalk ; we were on the 



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