CHAPTER XIX. 



THE GKEAT ANNAMULLAY FOEEST — continued. 

 BISON-HUNTING. 



Our hut. — A gigantic carp. — Fish-shooting. — His dimensions. — 

 Discovery of a cave; an exploring party. — The tiger's spoils. 



— His dimensions. — "Away with melancholy." — Chineah's 

 reconnaissance and bag. — Our open council. — Jungle harmony. 

 — Our proceedings and plan for the morrow. — The turn-out. 



— The start. — A hard fag. — A fresh trail of bison struck. — 

 Googooloo has the ear of a hare.— Two buck-elk and a hind 

 bite the dust. — We follow up the bison's trail. — Heavy work. 

 — Land-leeches. — The find. — A heavy bag and a good day's 

 work. — The gigantic dimensions of the patriarch of the herd. 

 — The game bushed. — Again en route. — A teak forest. — The 

 head of the fall. — Magnificent views. — Our bivouac. 



Being fatigued with our night adventure and the 

 previous day's fag, it was late in the afternoon be- 

 fore either B or myself made our appearance 



outside the tent, which, notwithstanding the intense 

 heat of the weather, was comparatively cool and 

 comfortable, being completely shaded from the 

 scorching rays of the sun by the overhanging rocks 

 above. 



Chineah, Googooloo, and a couple of Mulchers 

 had gone into the forest to reconnoitre and look 



