114 BIG-GAME SHOOTING IN UPPER BURMA 



it cleared up, the sun came out, and the black 

 clouds gave way to lighter ones. Just before 

 reaching the place where we had found the 

 big tracks of the day before, we came on fresh 

 tracks of a herd of tsaing, and a few hundred 

 yards farther on struck the fresh trail of the 

 big solitary bull, no longer solitary, however, 

 for, on tracking him up, we found he had joined 

 the herd. This, though interesting as con- 

 firming my ideas on the subject, was by no 

 means an unmixed blessing, as it would make 

 getting up to him much more difficult, and so it 

 proved. We now found warm droppings, and as 

 tracking was easy I led the way, creeping along 

 on tip-toe, with Moung Twuni, the tracker (I had 

 only one with me), following at my heels. The trail 

 led through open tree jungle, and we expected 

 to view the herd every moment. Presently 

 we entered bamboo forest, and found more 

 droppings; but there were still np signs of the 

 herd, though more than once Dot had sniffed 

 the air suspiciously. The trail now led up 

 rising ground, and just as my eyes were level 

 with the crest of the hill, I saw the head of a 

 cow tsaing staring hard at me about a hun- 

 dred yards off. There was a bamboo clump a 

 few yards in front of me which completely hid 

 the rest of the herd. I waited in breathless 

 suspense, not daring to move hand or foot. 

 Presently the cow took a couple of paces forward, 



