A DRIVE AT MIRZAPUR 109 



After the drive the drivers told me they had 

 come upon a sleeping boar in a thicket. We 

 went there and, on stones being thrown at 

 the bushes, instead of a boar two young 

 panthers emerged which I shot and killed. 



Then we breakfasted in a beautiful spot 

 surrounded by lovely old trees. Round us 

 camped the drivers — a picturesque spectacle. 



After breakfast we betook ourselves to the 

 last drive on a mountain slope dotted with 

 fairly big trees. The ground here was clearer. 

 At the beginning of this drive I hit nothing. 

 The otJiers, too, had little luck. Just at the 

 end, however, a fine bear appeared, coming 

 across the slope towards me. I shot him at 

 about thirty paces and he rolled over like a 

 hare, and then recovered and went on his way. 

 A second bullet had to be sent after him before 

 he rolled over for good. He was a black bear 

 with a coquettish white collar. The great 

 pelt looks very well stuffed, and stands upon 

 the stairs in my Dantzig home. 



During this drive we saw an otter with 

 seven young ones. They made an extra- 



