THE NILGAO. 97 



From Najafghar I marched to a place called Derapur, where there were a number 

 of ravines with scattered thorny jungle. Among these there was capital shooting ; Nilgao, 

 Black Buck, and Chikara, all being plentiful. 



One day, when returning homewards, I observed the head and white throat of an old 

 bull peeping out of some bushes in a shady ravine where he had lain up for the day, and 

 where he doubtless thought that he was i Perfectly concealed. He was only about a hundred 

 yards off, and I hit him in the throat ; b' r struggling for some time, he contrived to 



scramble up the steep bank, and it took two or three shots to finish him. He proved to be 

 a very old bull — a first rate specimen. 



