Sporting Trips of a Subaltern 



rather hungry by reason of having missed my 

 dinner ; as, however, I immediately went to sleep, 

 that didn't trouble me much. My diary now 

 reads as follows : " Woke, 8 a.m., to find myself 

 deposited on a boat and a large river; sup- 

 posed it was all right, so to sleep again. Woke 

 10.30 a.m., being carried once more. Struck by 

 horrible thought; my host warned me to bring 

 plenty of food for my journey, of course I forgot 

 it till this moment. I might be carried like this 

 for days, getting lighter and lighter! Stop my 

 coolies and ask them, ' How far ? ' Not one 

 understands a word. Shout it at them ; no effect. 

 We were now in thick jungle, high grass and 

 stunted trees. Midday came and went, but at 

 12.30 we emerged into a clearing, and, joy of joys, 

 a camp of clean, white tents." 



Everything was now luxurious, a tent was 

 ready for me no subaltern's eighty pounder, but 

 a regular marquee and after a bath and a change, 

 I eat a large lunch in the dining-tent, and am 

 myself again. 



I shall not describe the delightful shoot that 

 followed, day by day as I have it recorded, but 

 try to pick out the most interesting particulars 

 of it. 



Our first camp was situated about thirty miles 

 from the borders of Nepaul, and occupied the 

 site of a fort built by the Mohammedan invaders 



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