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some grim trophy of the chase hanging in the mess- 

 room, will tell how the daring spirit that is gone 

 plunged in some angry torrent, " and did buffet it 

 with lusty sinews" after his quarry, bearded the 

 tiger in his lair, and slew him single-handed, or 

 saved a comrade from inevitable death by the fatal 

 accuracy of his deadly aim. 



Mais revenons a nos inoutons. AVe left canton- 

 ment at the first indication of dawn, and accom- 

 panied by all our people and baggage, which was 

 furthermore escorted by a corporal and three sepoys, 

 as the country was hardly deemed safe, on account 

 of predatory bands of Rohillas and Puthans, we pro- 

 ceeded along the bank or embankment of the Hus- 

 sain Sanger Tallow, an artificial lake which was up- 

 wards of thirty miles in circumference in the rainy 

 season, and passing by the princely palace of the 

 Resident of Hydrabad, we arrived at the bungalow 



of Captain M , the Assistant Resident, with 



whom we breakfasted ; and having rested a few 

 hom's, until the heat of the day was past, we again 

 set out, leaving the city of Hydrabad behind, 

 crossing the Moosa river by a ford, and after a 

 ride of three hours arrived at Shajehanpoor, where 

 we remained for the night, and from which 

 place the lofty hill-fort of Bhoonghir was pointed 

 out to us, looming high above the surrounding 

 hills. 



At daybreak the next morning we were again in 

 the saddle, and after a pleasant ride through low 



