108 SHIKAR IN THE WUBDWAN. 



I started in the morning to hunt a valley across the 

 river, and had proceeded far up the valley, when I per- 

 ceived the back of a bear shewing above some high rank 

 herbage up the hill-side. "Up we went, and came on our 

 prey, and a shot, entering just behind the shoulder, sent 

 him rolling head over heels down hill : but I had to put 

 a ball through his head to finish him. 



Mooktoo had not accompanied us, having been lame 

 the' last two days from a boil. It is surprising how 

 absurdly ignorant they are of the simplest principles of 

 curative measures and remedies. His were wet gunpow- 

 der because it was an European production, I imagine 

 and a bandage of woollen stuff. All ready for a move 

 on the morrow. 



