Shoots round a Hill Station 



very anxious should see game, as on showing him 

 my trophies he persisted in remarking that there 

 must have been a sale of heads in Mussoorie ! 

 The second day out, while working a hillside in 

 line, we had three bears dodging round us in some 

 scrub, but couldn't get a shot; subsequently two 

 of us joined, and sat down on a rock to wait for 

 the third. We presently thought we spotted some 

 giiral far away, but were not sure, so we got out 

 our glasses, and while watching strolled a step or 

 two forward. Suddenly a large, black bear stepped 

 out of some bushes about 150 yards to our front. 

 Seeing us, he set up a terrific grumbling, and 

 walked quickly downhill in full view, an easy 

 shot. By the time, though, that we had put down 

 our glasses, run back and picked up our rifles, he 

 was gone again. 



The third day we shot round the mysterious 

 " dabei" that I have mentioned before. As usual, 

 this led to disaster ; one of us missed a musk deer, 

 another a munal pheasant, and the third, myself, 

 saw some gerou hinds, which I stalked with great 

 care and lay watching for some time. At last, con- 

 vinced there was no stag, I stood up, and like a 

 flash a stag that had been lying between me and 

 the hinds was up and away. 



The last night we camped further than I had 

 ever been before, quite low down, only about 

 4000 feet. The chain of hills we had followed 



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