Sport in the Plains 



sportsman who shot at a buck in some sugar-cane 

 and was greeted with terrific yells. There was a 

 village just behind, and, when he got round, the 

 peaceful inhabitants, with outstretched arms, were 

 fleeing for their lives. No one, of course, was 

 touched, or I shouldn't repeat the story in jest. 

 An untrue old Indian chestnut is the one of the 

 cool sportsman who aimed at a buck, shot a 

 nigger, and, looking round, saw his shikara was the 

 only witness; so without more ado gave him his 

 second barrel, and planted them both in a well. 



Later on in the month, two of us went off for 

 ten days to the Siwalik hills, which I have men- 

 tioned before as running parallel with the outer 

 chain of the Himalayas, and separated therefrom 

 by the valley of the Dftn. This was not a success- 

 ful expedition; we " honked'' (driving nullahs 

 with coolies) all day, which I think was a mistake 

 the nullahs were too big for that sort of thing and, 

 bar a few cheetal, we saw hardly anything. The 

 cheetal is otherwise called the " spotted deer," 

 and is about the size of the fallow, with horns 

 running to 38 inches in length. Keeping on the 

 tops of the ridges, and using glasses on the hill- 

 sides would have been better fun, and would have 

 probably shown us more game. We were led to 

 the honking by a native shikara, who said the cover 

 was too high for anything else, wherein I think 

 he lied, and wished to get work and pay for his 



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