200 JUNGLES OF INDIA. 



hunting exploits in South Africa, some of the boldest of 

 them offered to accompany us on our journey to Baroche. 

 As they found their own weapons long spears and 

 shields and did their best in obtaining provisions for us, 

 we acquiesced, and when we set out the next morning, ten 

 stout Hindoos marched in couples between us and our 

 Parsees. 



The jungle was beautiful and luxuriant the dark- 

 green foliage of the bamboo contrasting finely with the 

 lighter verdure of the palm and the blossoms of nume- 

 rous other trees for which I had no name. The encounter 

 of the day before had left an impression not easily effaced, 

 and we took care to avoid, as far as we could, consistently 

 with our designs upon the game, the thickest jungle, where 

 it was difficult to see beyond a few yards on each side. 

 The Hindoos were all eye as they 'marched, and I thought, 

 that each moment, one of them shuddered as if he expected 

 the terrible tiger to spring from the bushes and dash him 

 to the ground. We had proceeded about six or seven 

 miles, without meeting with any animals, deemed worthy 

 of our rifles, and were growing more confident in our 

 march. Mr. Barrill and I had fallen into conversation 

 about the contrast between the forests of India and South 

 Africa, when a tremendous roar, and the shrieks of the 

 Hindoos, rang fearfully in our ears, and brought our shud- 

 dering horses to a halt. The case flashed on our eyes .as 



