8o DAYS AND NIGHTS OF SHIKAR 



he started to run after the coolie, whistling and 

 signalling to him to stop. The man stopped and 

 came back almost at once, but too late for the rifle 

 to be of any use. The tigers, seeing the men's 

 wild rush after them, cantered heavily away and 

 were soon lost to sight in the jungle. I was too busy 

 watching them to take any notice of the bison or 

 to see what they were doing, and, when I did look, 

 they had all disappeared in another direction. 



The shikari told that coolie off when he came back 

 and I helped. 



One day, in a beat, the men caught a tiny bison, 

 only a few days old. The poor little thing was 

 screaming with fear, and I thought it would be sure 

 to die in captivity; so I told them to let it go and 

 hunted it off into the jungle myself, for fear that 

 they should kill it to eat. I hoped that its mother 

 would come back and find it, but I am not at all 

 sure that it was not eventually captured again, 

 after my back was turned. 



