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CHAPTER II 



Bison in Malabar— A sporting herd — Tropical forest in the monsoon 

 — Bamboo forest — Stalking difficulties — I wound a bull — The herd 

 charges — I turn the herd and kill a cow — Track up the wounded 

 bull — The Central Provinces again — Come upon a bull— My tussle 

 with the bull — A missfire— An awkward predicament— Anxious 

 moments — Death of the bull. 



A SPORTING HERD 



THE following account of an adventure 

 I had with a herd of bison some years 

 ago down in Malabar appeared in the 

 Indian Field shortly afterwards. I 

 reproduce it here, as it throws light on the habits 

 of this fine animal. 



It was the darkest hour of the night — the hour 

 preceding dawn — as we left the Swiss chalet- 

 like wooden bungalow, situated picturesquely by 

 the side of a small winding stream at the foot of 



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