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CHAPTER XIX. 



THE GREAT ANNAMULLAY FOREST Continued. 



BISON-HUNTING. 



Our hut. A gigantic carp. Fish shooting. His dimensions. 

 Discovery of a cave ; an exploring party. The tiger's spoils. 

 His dimensions. "Away with melancholy." Chineah's 

 reconnaissance and bag. Our open council. Jungle har- 



mony. Our proceedings and plan for the morrow. The 

 turn-out. The start. A hard fag. A fresh trail of bison 

 struck. Googooloo has the ear of a hare. Two buck-elk and 

 a hind bite the dust. We follow up the bison's trail. Heavy 

 work. Land-leeches. The find. A heavy bag and a good 

 day's work. The gigantic dimensions of the patriarch of the 

 herd. The game bushed. Again en route. A teak-forest. 

 The head of the fall. Magnificent views. Our bivouac. 



T) EING fatigued with our night adventure and the 

 ^-* previous day's fag, it was late in the afternoon 



before either B or myself made our appearance 



outside the tent, which, notwithstanding the intense 

 heat of the weather, was comparatively cool and 

 comfortable, being completely shaded from the 

 scorching rays of the sun by the overhanging rocks 

 above. 



Chineah, Googooloo, and a couple of Mulchers 

 had gone into the forest to reconnoitre and look out 



