Shoots round a Hill Station 



and, being like nothing but themselves, always 

 look like something different. 



For the moment they were both too much 

 hidden for me to get a clear shot, but they didn't 

 seem alarmed, and being only some eighty yards 

 off, I made sure of getting my chance. A slight 

 noise to my left, and I glanced round to see 

 Joarou wriggling along towards me, and, catching 

 my eye, he pointed wildly uphill. He had just 

 seen the serow, and thought I hadn't. Full of 

 suppressed wrath, I shook my fist at him to keep 

 him quiet. Alas ! his movement or mine did the 

 trick ; a quick rush above, and my second chance 

 was gone. What awful moments those are ! 

 Sadly I got up ; sadly I imparted a few instruc- 

 tions to Joarou, which I am happy to think sank 

 home, as he never did such a thing with me again. 



Then we returned to camp to find L as much 



upset as I was, and with almost as much cause. 

 First of all, he had missed a fine gerou stag at 

 rather over two hundred yards ; then he had seen 

 some karkur, but being unable to get a clear shot 

 in the jungle, he climbed a tree, from which he 

 looked down on them and noted a good head. He 

 then very cautiously laid himself along the branch 

 to get a steady shot ; but alas ! he was of some- 

 what weighty proportions, and at the critical 

 moment the branch gave way, and with a terrific 

 crash that cleared the hillside of game he fell 



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