of the Old World. 1 



Of course we were agreeable, and after expend- 

 ing a good deal of breath in interchanging compli- 

 ments, &c., we took our leave and returned to our 

 tents, the Killadar having promised to be with us 

 before day-break with masaltjies or torch-bearers, 

 as it was some short distance to the jungle where 

 we were to hunt, and early dawn was the best 

 time to catch the deer feeding. 



I had never killed a deer, or, indeed, any other 

 large game (except a hyena, that ventured into 

 my compound, or garden, one night, after my 

 dogs, and which I managed to knock over with a 

 charge of buck shot), and consequently I was in 

 too excited a state to rest much during the night, 

 for visions of deer came and vanished amidst 

 broken slumbers, and I awoke dreaming that after 

 a long and weary chase over mountains, and 

 across ravines, I came upon a monstrous stag, put 

 up my rifle and pulled, but all in vain it would 

 riot go off. 



I had only just dropped into a refreshing sleep, 

 when I was awakened by Walter beating the 

 " British Grenadiers," with his hair brush on a huge 

 brass basin, which was formed out of one of the 

 gongs taken from the Pagoda at Rangoon. I sprung 

 from my bed as if the deer were already before 

 ine, and donning my toggery, which was of mole- 

 skin of most approved colour and cut, buckled 



