ADVENTURES IN CAMP AND JUNGLE. 37 



pursued, and my second shot had taken her just above one 

 nostril, and had passed up the head into the brain. 



Seeing that she had bled but little, we knew that the bull 

 must have been hard hit, and endeavoured to follow up the 

 track ; but the blood soon ceased to flow, and the footprints 

 getting mixed up with those of the rest of the herd, we 

 were unable to make anything of them ; so, returning to the 

 encamping ground, we had breakfast, and then, taking our 

 ponies, we proceeded to skin and cut up the beast. 



Our camp followers were in high glee at the prospect of 

 meat, and on our return they cut up the flesh into long strips, 

 and dried it on ropes and bamboos suspended from tree to 

 tree. In a few days it became black and hard, and was then 

 tied up in bundles like firewood till required for food. 



We kept the tail, tongue, and marrow-bones, and some of 

 the meat, for our own larder. The flesh was somewhat tough 

 and stringy, but after a long diet on scraggy fowls and goat 

 we were glad of any change. The tail made capital soup, and 

 the tongue and marrow-bones were excellent. 



Most of the jungle on the left bank of the river had been 

 burnt ; that on the right only partially. As the fire sweeps 

 along, it is not uncommon for dead trees to ignite near the 

 root, and as the fire smoulders, the tree falls. It will continue 

 to burn for days, and the fire travels out to the ends of the 

 branches, leaving the impression of the tree on the ground in 

 white ashes. At these times the sambur approach, and stand 

 in the smoke to rid themselves of the flies. They also lick 

 up the ashes for salt. We frequently came on them about 

 these burning trees, but our shikarees assured us that on 

 being disturbed they would not return till the second day. 



One morning, Hayward and I, having set out with 

 our shikarees in different directions, chanced to meet in the 



