REMINISCENCES 



since fallen to my rifle. It is not very often, in 

 the forests in which I have shot, that one chances 

 upon bison without having first found and followed 

 their tracks for some distance, and our doing so 

 twice upon this day was a somewhat curious 

 coincidence. I am quite unable to determine 

 whether it was sheer luck, or an intimate know- 

 ledge of the locality and of the habits of the game, 

 which enabled our shaggy and odoriferous guide 

 to lead us up to them so fortunately. He stayed 

 a few days in our camp, and then vanished, without 

 saying "good-bye," or even asking for remuneration, 

 very unlike the conduct of the ordinary native ! 



The two bulls, whose deaths form the subject of 

 this narrative, carried heads measuring thirty-three 

 and thirty - seven inches respectively across the 

 sweep, the first being an ordinary solitary bull, 

 and the second a fine one ; in fact, its head was 

 the best of the six bull bison heads bagged by 

 W. in this trip, and the latter was far too good 

 a sportsman to intentionally fire at an animal 

 carrying a small head. 



THE BULL WHO CAME TO LUNCH WITH ME 



One monsoon day I rode with my wife, who 

 was out in camp with me, from the forest lodge 

 of Rampore, in the Ainurmarigudi forest, to the 

 recently mentioned Molubollay lodge in that of 

 Berrambadie. 



After reaching the latter, I went out shooting 

 with my men, and before long we found the tracks 



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