92 BIG-GAME SHOOTING IN UPPER BURMA 



cracking of bamboos. It was only caused by a 

 troop of monkeys, who now sprang over our 

 heads among the bamboos, kicking up a tremen- 

 dous row. At this moment also we put up a 

 pair of jungle fowl, which flew off with a cackle 

 of alarm. I had a small terrier with me who 

 was used to following big game, and would never 

 leave my heel till ordered, taking absolutely 

 no notice of monkeys or game birds, and such 

 small fry. Somewhat to my surprise she now 

 showed signs of excitement, running to one 

 side and sniffing and staring in the direction 

 the jungle fowl had flown. I snapped my fingers 

 at her, and she came back to heel; but only 

 to run aside and sniff as before. Knowing 

 that she would not leave me, I paid no further 

 attention to her. We had gone on another 

 twenty yards or so, when suddenly I heard 

 a clucking sound from the tracker behind me. 

 I turned round to find him squatting and point- 

 ing excitedly in the direction in which the 

 jungle fowl had flown. Not knowing what 

 to make of it, I crept back, and then saw the 

 red hide of a bull tsaing standing broadside 

 on about thirty yards away, partly concealed by 

 the bamboo foliage. Fortunately my rifle was 

 loaded, and without loss of time I let him have 

 a solid nickel as near the shoulder as I could 

 judge. At the shot he took a few strides forward 

 and stood again, still broadside on and partially 



