CHAPTER in, 



" SITTING by the camp fire in the forests of the Don, 

 I have sometimes heard a deep low moan, like the 

 rumbling of falling earth. The native servants would 

 exchange glances of intelligence, and, affrighted, would 

 cease their gossip on the price of corn ; and then the 

 conversation would soon turn on the innumerable cases 

 of death or of wounds caused by the fiercest and most 

 subtle enemy that the sportsman can encounter in 

 India." 



Thus Captain Dunlop, of the Indian army, expresses 

 himself at the end of his recitals of the chase in the 

 Himalayas.* 



It is by this plaintive sigh that the royal tiger makes 

 known his presence to the hosts of the forest. In com- 

 pany with other animals of his species, he caterwauls 

 like a gigantic Tom-oat. His springs, when charging, 

 are accompanied by a series of rapid frightful, cough- 

 like growls ; " But," says the Captain, " I have heard 



* 



Hunting in the Himalayas." 



