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with my spare gun, and Mac, who was next me, to 

 follow, I cautioned the others to be perfectly quiet, 

 until they heard a shot, and stole gently forward on 

 my hands and knees, moving with the greatest 

 caution, and stopping every now and again to 

 reconnoitre. 



We made our way with great difficulty through 

 the dense underwood for about a hundred yards, the 

 noise becoming plainer and more distinct as we ad- 

 vanced, until at last we emerged into an open glade, 

 with a large black rock on one side, surrounded with 

 jungle. 



Here, looking cautiously around, I found the noise 

 proceeded from two jackals, who were munching and 

 tearing the flesh from some half-stripped human 

 bones. These immediately got wind of us, and slunk 

 away growling into the bush. After examining the 

 place thoroughly, to make sure that the object of our 

 search was not there, I gave a low whistle, which 

 brought up the rest. 



This was evidently the hecatomb of the man-eater, 

 for I counted, from skulls and remains of half-eaten 

 bodies, about twenty-three victims of both sexes, as 

 we could see, from the hair, clothes, broken bangles 

 (armlets), and gold and silver ornaments belonging 

 to native women. 



We picked up two massive silver bracelets belong- 

 ing to his last victim, whose fresh remains exhibited 



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