30 DAYS AND NIGHTS OF SHIKAR 



he looked so pleased with this one that I said I would 

 taste it. He stopped me, saying it was a plaster 

 for the sahib's foot. So the sahib had to sit in a chair 

 with his foot in the sun and have the stuff laid on, 

 and then sit quiet until it dried on. 



All these cures had such good effect that in about 

 a week's time Will had sufficiently recovered to be 

 able to walk about again, do a march and make a 

 very stupid joke about there being nothing Ramzan 

 Khan't do ! 



I had a long shot at a black bear late one evening 

 and he went roaring away into some jungle. The 

 men were sure that we should find him the next day, 

 as he seemed so badly hit. When we got back to 

 camp, Punshi, who is an artist at tableaux vivants, 

 acted, for the sahib's benefit, the events of the day 

 how the mem-sahib sat, how the rifle went off, how 

 the bear jumped, what the bear said, and then 

 he pretended to plunge away into cover all in 

 the most graphic manner; and he really roared 

 thrillingly. 



We had had no luck with ibex, so I went out to 

 try for one, though we could not hear of any good 

 heads in these nullahs. I sat down for a rest after 

 some hours of stiff climb and Fuffia went off to one 

 of his look-out spots. I could see him far away very 

 busy, climbing from rock to rock. He whistled, 

 then signalled to me to come up while he came 

 clambering down. 



There was a rugged hill running out in a point 

 separating two nullahs, and I worked my way to this 

 sort of bowsprit, where I met Fuffia, and he pointed 



