SELF-DENIAL. 



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ilie camp, over the irregular line of tree-tops, rose the pre- 

 cipitous slopes and buttresses of the outer-range Himalayas, 

 some three or four miles distant. Kearward, in like manner, 

 the low serrated ridge of the wooded Sewaliks cut the deep- 

 blue sky-line. We beat over some excellent-looking ground, 

 but returned in the evening with empty pads — having agreed 

 to fire at no other game whilst there was a chance of find- 

 ing a striped jacket. 



For the two following days we roamed through jungle 

 and swamp without success, as far as tigers were concerned, 

 although deer, wild pigs, and feathered game were plentiful 

 enough. Sometimes a porcupine would hustle away among 

 the long grass, from under the very trunk of one of our 



In the Doon jungles. 



elephants, the sudden rustle of its quills causing the huge 

 beast to shriek and shy as much as, if not more than, if it 

 had trodden on a tiger's tail. The amount of self-denial I 

 had to exercise in refraining from pressing the trigger was 

 often very considerable, as my rifle was brought to bear on 



