CHAPTER XII. 



BOWANI. 



Sankerrydroog. — An adventure with hyenas. — Eowani. — Alliga- 

 tor-fishing.— We start for Andior.— " Gooty," my shooting 

 pony : his pedigree and achievements. — Small-game shooting. 

 — Antelope stalking. — Andior. — The monkeys and the Brah- 

 mins. — Murrel-fishing. 



A FEW days after our encounter with the bears, I 



received a note from B telling me that he had 



heard of rare sport near Bowani, and begging me to 

 join him at the public bungalow at Sankerrydroog, 

 which is two marches from Salem, and about half- 

 way between that place and Bowani. As the wound 

 in my foot was not quite healed I borrowed a palan- 

 quin from the collector, and starting the next even- 

 ing at 4, arrived at Sankerrydroog at 6 a.m., dis- 

 tance thirty-five miles, having stopped a couple of 

 hours for refreshments at M'Donald's choultry. 



I found that the trophies of two bears and a fine 

 buck spotted-deer had been taken during my ab- 

 sence, and B informed me that a large cheeta 



had been seen prowling about the old hill-fort for 



