CHAPTER XIIL 



THE COMBEI JUNGLE. 



Early rising. — " Tiger's milk." — A sloth-bear started. — Combei. 

 — Our encampment. — A salt-lick. — Great bag of deer by 

 night. — Ding-ding. — A strange rencontre whilst pea- fowl 



stalking. — Leg-bail. — The death of the tiger. — B 's sport. 



— A glorious chase. — The bull-nilgbau. — The bag. — A black 

 panther. — Strange mode of catching deer. — Return to Bowani. 

 — Finale. 



Getting up early in the morning, after a hard fag 

 the day previous, is at all times a painful operation, 

 more especially during the intensely sultry weather 

 preceding the downfall of the monsoon in India ; 

 when sleep, balmy sleep, is banished from the couch 

 of the weary one, and he tosses and rolls about, 

 feverish and restless, in an irritable state of mind, 

 with aching bones, overcome with lassitude and 

 fatigue, the whole night long, unable to obtain 

 even a doze until the cool refreshing breeze of .the 

 morning sets in, when to be awoke suddenly is 

 indeed a martyrdom, and to arouse a man without a 

 cause at such a time is to render him unaccountable 

 for his actions. 



