ADVENTURES IN CAMP AND JUNGLE. 311 



Early next morning we were on the march towards a river 

 which flows into the Nerbudda from the south, about ten miles 

 above Mundlaisir. Here, at a village named Burnea, three 

 tigers had been marked down in a large patch of cypress in 

 the bed of the river, which lay in a country much cut up by 

 ravines, and covered by thorny bushes of the mimosa. They 

 were very shy, and at once broke away into the ravines. We fol- 

 lowed, and after a long hunt, succeeded in finding one, a small 

 beast, 7 feet 8 inches in length, which was shot by Murray. 

 We hunted the ground very carefully on the following day, but 

 saw nothing, and in the afternoon moved east to Kamkhera. 



On the way we beat a dry nullah filled with long grass, 

 and were fortunate in starting a fine panther which had killed 

 a pony two days before. I had a snap-shot at him, but missed, 

 and he broke away through a thick thorny jungle to the left. 

 Here the Bashi caught sight of him, and put a ball through 

 his body, but he made off, and it was only after a long search 

 on the elephants, that I observed the white tuft at the end of 

 his tail protruding from a mass of high grass. Calculating 

 where his shoulder should be, I fired, killing him dead. He 

 was a handsome beast, 7 feet 8 inches in length, with a finely- 

 marked skin. 



We moved still farther to the east, and encamped at 

 Zerbar, where, some of our people having lit a fire below trees 

 containing bees, we were greatly annoyed. The bees came 

 down in great numbers, and dispersed the whole camp, sting- 

 ing many men and animals. Our grooms fled with their 

 horses to the jungle, while we sheltered ourselves behind the 

 bamboo screens of the tents. The bees appeared to entertain 

 special antipathy to certain goats and bullocks, and these 

 they persecuted without mercy, following them most pertina- 

 ciously as they rushed for protection among their fellow beasts, 



