THE EASTERN HUNTERS. 



CHAPTER I. 



Astray in the Jungles The art of "pugging" The Hunter's 



Camp. 



" WELL, I'm fairly bothered ! Here's a path 

 straight on, and one to the right, and another to 

 the left, but not a sign to show which is the likeliest 

 to lead to our camp ; and after wandering over these 

 interminable, monotonous, brown, jungle-covered 

 hills, I confess I have not the faintest conception as 

 to the points of the compass. What say you, 

 Norman "? " 



The above was addressed by a large, powerful- 

 looking man, riding a great country-bred mare, to 

 the nearest of two companions, who, following in 

 his immediate wake, had been riding in single file 

 along the narrow track, which enabled them, with 

 some difficulty, to thread their way through the 

 thick, entangled jungle. It was but a mere rent 



