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sent down a small tent to a village where we in- 

 tended to sleep the following night. 



The next morning we started at daybreak ; de- 

 scended the ghaut, and wound round the base of 

 the Sheveroys for a distance of nearly seven miles, 

 when Googooloo pointed us out the place where 

 he had come up with the bison. Had I been 

 alone, I should undoubtedly have preferred to try 

 stalking rather than beating, but with three (and 

 one a green hand, D ) it was out of the ques- 

 tion. 



We found the peons had collected about forty 

 Coollies and villagers, whom I sent with Googooloo 

 to the further side of the hill, as I felt convinced 

 the herd, if it was still there, would endeavour to 

 make for the thick jungle on the sides of the She- 

 veroys. 



There were two likely-looking places for the bison 



to break, at one of which B posted himself, and 



D and myself took the other. Both places were 



by a broad stony watercourse that wound along the 

 valley which separated the hill where the bison were 

 said to be, from the Sheveroy range, and the herd 

 would have to cross it in order to gain the opposite 

 jungle. 



D was very anxious to kill a bison, and I 



promised to give him the shot should the herd 

 break into the open near us. He annoyed me very 

 much, however, by his fidgety movements, for he 

 could not sit quiet a moment, and kept handling 



