12 WILD LIFE IN NORTH CANARA. 



I have never seen or heard of any- 

 thing like this very peculiar fishing 

 elsewhere, nor can I understand why 

 the fish did not escape between the men 

 in the water, where there was nothing 

 to stop them. 



The leaping was a pretty and curious 

 sight, the fish taking their fence like a 

 set of trained hunters. 



A second night's journey in the mun- 

 chil brought me to Honore, the last 

 station on Madras territory ; and a third 

 run of forty miles to Belikeri Bay. 



I found the house there to be a 

 spacious barn-like building on a laterite 

 clifE about seventy feet above the sea, 

 and standing in extensive grounds on a 

 promontory which formed the southern 

 shore of a bay worthy to challenge com- 



