Jungle By -Ways in India 



grass waves in frantic commotion, and the elephant, 

 hastily coiUng his trunk, backs quickly and un- 

 evenly — for he loathes piggy in all his forms. Not 

 a sign can we see of one of them. They disappear 

 in a most mysterious fashion. Go forward and 



A herd of Chitul go skipping away in the long grass. 



beat them up, and you may hunt for half an hour 

 in a dense shrubby thicket of no particular size 

 into which you were certain that at least half the 

 sounder went, but not a sign will you see. It 

 is little short of astonishing, and has probably 

 puzzled many generations of us, how pig manage 



