BISON JUNGLES 71 



The name of the camp was Atli, and I think that 

 Atli consisted of two tiny huts, for I do not remember 

 seeing anything else approaching a village; and 

 the tent was put up in the middle of thick jungle, 

 with no clearing of any sort. It was a most pictur- 

 esque spot, though rather a dangerous one for the 

 pony at night, as any prowling creature could have 

 taken him off so easily. 



Jungli Billi said that we must start out very early 

 to look for bison, certainly not later than 2 a.m. I 

 did not know how far he intended going, so we set 

 off in darkness and stumbled along for two hours, 

 up to our shoulders in long grass dripping with dew, 

 and very cold dew too, in December. When he 

 stopped, I asked him what we were to do next. He 

 said, " Sit and wait 1 " It still wanted several 

 hours to dawn, and there we sat, shivering and soaked 

 to the skin. 



When dawn came we looked about in what he 

 said were likely spots, but found no tracks. We 

 repeated this procedure every day for a week, 

 though after the first day's experience I refused 

 to get up till five o'clock. I shot a bison one day, 

 but he was small, and there was no incident connected 

 with him worthy of note. 



Jungli Billi was disappointed. He said if I would 

 come out in three months 1 time, when there had been 

 a few thunderstorms, the grass would have begun 

 to grow and we should be sure to find the bison 

 feeding in the clearings. 



I went out to the same place again in March, but 

 Jungli Billi could not get leave this time. I took 



