ADVENTURES IN CAMP AND JUNGLE. 



stood on a ridge about eighty yards to our right, with her head 

 towards us. I told Emaum I should either miss her or shoot 

 her between the eyes. I was lucky enough to do the latter, and 

 ran up to the spot with visions of pork chops. Friend Emaum, 

 however, notwithstanding his love for strong drink, was a 

 staunch Mahomedan as far as pig was concerned, and steadily, 

 but respectfully, declined to lay a finger on the noble beast. 

 I was obliged, therefore, to cut off the head and carry it home 

 myself, leaving the carcass to the jackals. My rifle I made 

 over to my companion, but I do not think that even the pro- 

 spect of soused countenance would again induce me to carry 

 a pig's head four miles on my shoulder. 



When meat was plentiful in the camp, Emaum was 

 sometimes apt to be lazy in following up a wounded bison. 

 I was out with him one evening, and, seeing a herd at some 

 distance feeding towards us, we lay still and allowed them to 

 come on. They advanced within thirty yards without observ- 

 ing us, and singling out a good bull, I aimed at the point of 

 the shoulder and fired. He swung round, and went off with 

 the herd. Emaum declared I had missed, but this I knew 

 to be impossible, and insisted on his taking up the track. 

 The ground was hard, and we were unable to distinguish 

 from the others the prints of the beast which was supposed 

 to be wounded. After going a quarter of a mile I saw a few 

 small specks of blood on the leaves, but soon after even these 

 ceased. Emaum then said that the wound was evidently 

 but slight, and that, as we were far from home, night would 

 come on, and we should lose our way in the jungle unless we 

 returned at once to camp. I replied that, if necessary, we 

 could sleep in the jungle, but that in the meantime we must 

 follow the track. This we did, and soon came on the bull 

 lying stone dead. Emaum was probably aware that we 



