402 THE ZOOLOGIST. 
Nakunda, Oct. 12th. — A lot of hill-porters and two or three 
officers’ servants made their appearance in course of the night, and 
said their masters would arrive to breakfast; so we thought it as well 
to vacate our quarters at Muttecana, and make for the next stage, 
as a fellow is only entitled to occupy a bungalow for twenty-four 
hours should the accommodation be required for other travellers ; 
so we sent our servants and traps with the ponies on to Nakunda by 
road, eleven miles, and started about 7 a.m. to walk over the hills 
to the same destination, under the guidance of Oosrao, who knew 
every inch of the way. The path led us for four or five miles 
through beautiful woods, a little to the right of our last two days’ 
shooting ground, and as we were bent on higher game we did not 
fire a shot till we reached the spot where we found the attendants 
we had sent on a little ahead were boiling the kettle for break- 
fast. Hn route I spied a couple of the Himalayan Pine Marten, 
Martes flavigula, playing about some prostrate deodar trees, and 
was sorely tempted to fire at them, but refrained. After a hurried 
repast and a leisurely cheroot, we struck a foot-path more to our 
right, and soon came upon what appeared to be very promising 
ground for Monaul. We beat about the piace for some time, and 
were giving it up, when up rose a magnificent cock, then another, 
and another, which dashed downward, displaying the large white 
patch of white over the chestnut tail. I stopped one with a green 
cartridge, and Capt. T. bagged a brace soon afterwards, cock and 
hen. Slowly advancing, and without seeing more of them, we 
came on deodars, and walked a couple of miles through a mag- 
nificent forest. The trees were colossal, some at least twenty feet 
in girth a man’s height from the ground. We reached the crest 
of a ridge, beyond the forest, a savagely grand scene—gaping 
chasms, huge dislocated rocks, the vegetation consisting mainly 
of stunted juniper-bushes, and hard slippery grass underneath. 
On the far side of the ridge we re-entered the region of pines, 
and trudged along slowly without seeing any game, the only sound 
to break the silence of the forest being the harsh cry of the 
Nutcracker and the occasional rattling note of the Green Wood- 
pecker. © 
At a clearing in the wood we came on a party of charcoal- 
burners busy at their occupation; they called to Oosrao that they 
had just seen a Serow cross a bit of open ground to our left. I 
had brought my friend Major L.’s rifle with me that morning, on 
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