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hardly have preserved an efficient line. One day, having been 

 detained at office work till 4 P.M., I went out with my friend 

 to hunt up the fields near the camp. Placing our line of 

 cavalry quietly along the side of a square field, we moved 

 along the flanks to the far end. As I walked slowly ahead, 

 I saw a buck chinkara turn the far-away corner of the field, 

 and come running down straight at me. I was evidently un- 

 observed, and I stood still till he came within thirty yards. 

 We were armed with smooth bores, loaded with BB shot, 

 and I rolled him over dead. At that moment a doe broke out 

 from the field, and was going across the open ground, when I 

 turned her over with the second barrel. We then beat two or 

 three fields blank, and I mounted my shooting pony, and joined 

 the line of beaters. As we moved through the high grain I 

 saw a fine black buck lying down about twenty yards ahead. 

 He apparently thought that we should pass without observing 

 him, but, checking my pony, I fired, and he rose, and dashed 

 back through the line. I was afraid to shoot again, as my men 

 were irregular in their movements. One of them was some 

 200 yards in rear, and I heard him call out that he had seen a 

 wounded buck. At that moment I heard a shot from my 

 friend, who had gone ahead to the corner of the field, but being 

 anxious to secure the buck, I gave the word to the line to 

 retire, and went back after the wounded deer. We soon came 

 on him. He lay in a natural position, but his eye was vacant, 

 and he was evidently much exhausted. Quickly dismounting, 

 I succeeded in laying hold of his horns, and he was soon 

 gathered to his fathers. My friend's shot had killed a fine doe 

 antelope, and we returned home at sunset with four deer ; a 

 fair afternoon's work. 



The next hot season I was encamped, for some weeks, at 

 Wasna Kelea, about five miles north of Dholka. The country 



