152 THE HUNTING GROUNDS 



encased chatties (earthen pots) of Ganges water* 

 which we taxed them with having taken from 

 some tank on the road, and which at last they 

 avowed. 



When it grew dark we lighted our lamp, and 

 chess and 4carU served to pass away the time until 

 we grew sleepy, when we rolled ourselves in the 

 coverlids, and were soon in the arms of Mor- 

 pheus. 



About 2 A.M. we were awoke by the flashing of 

 torches and the sound of voices, and found our- 

 selves halted in front of the Travellers' Bungalow 

 at Totteyum, surrounded by our people, who had 

 arrived the evening before. After hastily swallow- 

 ing a cup of coffeo-, and lighting cheroots, fresh 

 bullocks were yoked, and we were soon again en 

 route, surrounded by the gang, our tents and bag- 

 gage having gone on before. 



At about 8 A.M. we arrived at the Travellers' 

 Bungalow of Namkul, (distance twenty miles,) 

 where we found our servants, a bath, and breakfast 

 awaiting us. After having arranged these pre- 

 liminaries to our satisfaction, we strolled out with 

 our guns, shot a few teal and snipe under the bund 

 or embankment of a tank, and visited a fine old 

 hill-fort, which is close to the town, and which was 

 built by the inhabitants in former years as a refuge 



* The water of the Ganges, being considered holy, is much 

 used by the Hindoos in the performance of their " caste cere- 

 monies," and is an article of commerce in the south of India. 



