CHAPTER VI 



THE JOURNEY INTO KASHMIR 



[F there had been previously any ques- 

 tion as to where our next shooting 

 expedition was to be made, all doubt 

 was quickly dispelled on my reaching 

 Calcutta and finding Perry worn pretty much to a 

 shadow from a protracted and severe siege of fever. 

 He, poor man, after his Borneo shooting, during 

 which several timbadou heads had fallen to his gun, 

 had been taken ill in the middle of the Bengal jun- 

 gle, where he was after gaur and buffalo, with no 

 help at hand other than his servant and beaters, 

 and on receiving a message telling him of my arri- 

 val, had somehow dragged himself to the railroad 

 and had turned up in Calcutta a few days later in 

 a deplorable state of weakness. 



Of course, under these circumstances it would 

 have been folly to think of reentering the jun- 

 gle. We had previously considered a trip up the 

 Irriwaddy in Burma, but even had Perry's health 

 permitted, I should have been loath, by returning 

 to a malarial country, to court a perfectly sure 



