2G8 THE HUNTING GEOTJNDS 



almost instantaneously passing away, for my eyes 

 soon returned to earth, and my reverie was broken 

 by Cbineali laying before me several bunches of 

 delicious grapes that grew temptingly on every 

 side. 



After having rested some little time, Googooloo 

 and Naga took up the trail, and we continued the 

 pursuit. As they pressed forward, with bodies half- 

 bent and eyes gliding along the ground, they re- 

 minded one of hounds running by scent ; but, un- 

 like these, the trackers made no noise, seldom or 

 never speaking when on trail, and then only in a 

 subdued whisper. Tireless, used to constant war- 

 fare with the elements, and struggles with the wild 

 denizens of the forest, as the bloodhound loves the 

 trail so did they, and hunger, thirst, weariness, all 

 must be felt to an extreme degree before they would 

 give it up. 



We continued the pursuit for many long and weary 

 hours, until at last night set in and arrested our pro- 

 gress, as the spoor was no longer to be discerned. 

 Halting simultaneously, we held a brief consultation 

 as to what was best to be done, and, after some deli- 

 beration, my gang, who were all men of jungle expe- 

 rience, and well versed in forest signs, were unani- 

 mous in their desire to follow up the trail hy torch- 

 light, for it was yet early in the night, and many 

 hours must intervene before we should have the 

 light of the moon, as it would not rise until nearly 

 midnight, and during this time the herd, which, from 



