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all the cholera horns, tomtoms, and dubties, forming 

 up in procession, poured forth their notes of triumph ; 

 and, joined by the voices of the united company of 

 beaters, bearers, coolies, servants, sepoys, and vil- 

 lagers, the row was something fearful, and better to 

 be imagined than heard. When we came near our 

 camp the procession was re-formed : my gang and 

 some of the sepoys amused themselves by dancing in 

 front of the dead tigers, before which our guns were 

 carried decked out with flowers, and singing an ex- 

 temporary song, the burden of which was something 

 to this effect : " That great and gallant deeds had 

 been performed that day ; that four tigers of burnt 

 fathers having eaten dirt, and the brave and generous 

 gentlemen being satisfied with their day's sport, 

 plenty of buksheesh and inam (rewards and presents) 

 would, as a matter of course, fall to the lot of their 

 well-wishing followers, whose mouths were watering 

 and stomachs panting with the thoughts of how they 

 would be filled by the sheep which the well-known 

 charitable and generously-minded gentlemen would 

 certainly distribute." The chorus, being taken up 

 by the whole party, was something deafening. 



The game was laid down on the open space o 

 ground in front of the bungalow, and the ceremony 

 of breaking up was commenced by the oldest shekarry 

 present burning the whiskers of the dead tiger, whilst 

 he sang a monotonous song, in which he abused the 



