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it was that I found what invaluable shekarries the 

 Yanadi tribe make ; for as trackers none equal them. 

 Day by day they acquired more confidence in us, and 

 in a short time they began to fall into our ways, and 

 joined my gang. Googooloo attached himself to me 

 like a dog, and has been with me ever since ; the 

 others are still in their old haunts. We speak a 

 jargon of our own that no one understands but our- 

 selves; it is a medley of Hindostani, Malabar, 

 Tellegoo, and his own peculiar grunts. He can, 

 however, now make himself tolerably understood by 

 my people, though we are sometimes at a loss to 

 know what he means. Chineah and he are great 

 friends, and each in their way are unequalled as she- 

 karries. Googooloo used to look upon me as a 

 superior being for some time, but now I think his 

 adoration has been transferred to my huge bone 

 smasher (a six-ounce rifle), to which he has fre- 

 quently been seen to salaam and pray, laying the 

 choicest flowers before it, much to my gardener's 

 indignation. I have since heard that these aborigines 

 of the forest have been found in all the deepest 

 jungles throughout India, and are called Yanadi, 

 Crumbers, Mulchers, Yaks, Carders, Morats, and 

 Coons. They live upon roots, fruit, and any small 

 animal they can catch in the jungle, having no habita- 

 tions of any kind, but generally living in trees or 

 caves. From constant practice, their senses of seeing, 



