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with both barrels cocked but he was 

 dead. The coolies uttered a scream 

 of joy, rushed at him with their knives, 

 and in a few minutes his nearest relative 

 would not have recognised him. I de- 

 sired them to keep the two hams and 

 the skin for me, and they loaded them- 

 selves with the rest, anxiously enquiring 

 where we were going to encamp, as visions 

 of bear steaks presented themselves to 

 their view. 



We continued to shoot till it was almost 

 dark, and made a very good bag, consist- 

 ing of a fair supply of partridges, jungle 

 fowl, hare, and a couple of jakvor, or 

 Himalaya pheasant. This last is a beau- 

 tiful bird, but a man must be thoroughly 

 master of his gun before he can hope to 

 bring one of them down, for they fly like 

 the wind, and the pace they dart down the 



