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met afterwards with a sad fate. He accompanied me tiger shooting for 

 several years, and was the pluckiest and staunchest native I ever met. 

 When with me in the hot weather of 1892, he was seized with cholera, 

 and in spite of all I could do died in my presence, forty-fom- hours 

 after being first attacked. I hope to meet him again in the next world. 

 Colonel Gerald Martin many years ago was mauled by a buffalo in 

 Assam. He was not shooting, but was out surveying, and I believe 

 was squinting through a theodolite when a bull charged him. He was 

 severely pounded by the animal's head and feet, but escaped being 

 prodded with the horns as he held on to them. He informed me that 

 as the animal butted him against the ground, the points of the horns 

 striking the ground prevented him being squeezed quite flat. Many 

 other similar instances have occurred which show that a buffalo is a 

 queer customer. I remember an instance of a herd of wild buffalo 

 attacking and goring to death a young tame buffalo that was tied out 

 for tio-er. They happened to pass the place where it was and killed it. 

 Tracking and shooting buffalo is very similar to the same mode 

 of shooting bison. I used to go out soon after dawn and stop out all 

 day riding through the jungle until tracks were found. When you 

 come on fresh tracks you dismount and track until you come up to the 

 animal. I have never seen them in water. A wounded bull once took 

 a bath in a water hole while I was following him, and when I came 

 np to him he was covered with wet mud. I have often seen 

 them caked with mud and their horns covered with mud too. 

 The sal forest jungle along the Jonk river is quite dry hard ground, 

 not marshy ground, such as one reads of in Bengal. It is well broken 

 up with nullahs, and there are in most places plenty of sal trees and 

 the o-round is fairly open. The buffalo drink either at the pools in 

 the river, or at the village tanks. They go miles from any water, and 

 I do not think they drink every day. One I have already mentioned 

 as having followed for three days, drank at night at the village tank 

 within thirty yards of my tent. I took his tracks from there, and during 

 the three days I followed him he never went to water, though no doubt 

 on the third day he drank as, though I never reached the spot, he got 

 to the river that day. I lost his tracks early in the afternoon. The 

 ground is much easier walking than bison ground, and the shooting is 

 altoo-ether easier, as buffalo when disturbed do not go nearly so far as 



