BISON. 



Carders arrived in camp under their chief Vyapoori 

 Moopen, and were intensely amused on hearing of our 

 mishaps in the Currian Sholah. 



Next morning we started in the same direction, and 

 soon came on fresh signs of bison, which we followed down 

 wind for a mile, when the herd scented us, and made off. 

 We found their forms in the long lemon grass, still warm, 

 indeed, I saw a cow dash off through the jungle as we 

 approached. We pushed on through the tall sweetly- 

 smelling lemon grass to the edge of a thick sholah, where 

 the dim light rendered tracking very slow and difficult, 

 eventually, having carried the trail through successfully, 

 we emerged from the sholah, and entered an area of 

 bamboo jungle. Atlay soon descried a fine bull, partly 

 screened by a clump of bamboo, 120 yards distant he was 

 facing towards me, and, therefore, in a bad position, but, 

 as he was evidently on the look out, I thought it better to 

 take the chance, and fired. The bullet sounded very hard, 

 as if it had struck wood, but I distinctly saw him 

 stagger before rushing off. Owing to the smoke the 

 Carders had not seen the movement, and were incredulous, 

 becoming more so when we had followed the tracks for 

 half a mile without finding blood. The tracks then led 

 across the ghaut road into a very thick sholah, with an 

 undergrowth of hill gooseberry, which, almost excluding 

 the light, rendered it difficult to see the foresight of 

 the rifle. We had not gone fifty yards, when Atlay 

 pointed out the bull lying down under a large tree within 

 fifteen yards, and evidently very sick. Kneeling down, I 

 aimed for the heart and fired, whereupon he rose with 

 difficulty, and rushed away with the rest of the herd, but 

 fell again a short distance further on, where I finished him. 

 He was a remarkably handsome bull, with good horns, and 



