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&c., to say nothing of the inclination one has to sneeze at times 
or to blow one’s “ nose,” all of which must be endured without 
giving way to impatience or to personal natural instincts, for 
fear of making a noise ; these self-denials are eventually rewarded 
by something never seen elsewhere. 
At about sunset various denizens of the forest, hitherto 
unseen, emerge from their shelters, very warily indeed, sometimes 
listening attentively, sometimes advancing, at other times 
retreating, and always with watchful gaze around, just as if 
they were all fearful of something, and doubtless they are, for 
they live on one another. The jackal, the civet cat, the hyena, 
the fox, the weasel, the mongoose, may all come out, and amongst 
the feathered tribe the peacock and the jungle fowl. Perhaps 
a sambhur, an antelope or a spotted deer, will favour you with a 
sight of them. And what a different sight to that of the same 
creatures imprisoned in cages and small enclosures in a zoological 
garden. There, poor things, they are seen at their worst, but 
here they appear as Nature made them. The on-looker in the 
tree hardly dares to breathe for fear of giving the alarm. In 
the meanwhile the tiger stealthily and slowly approaches. One 
of the first signals given is the chattering of the monkeys in 
the trees. The crows perched on boughs crane their necks in 
the direction of the coming tiger. Small birds fly through the 
bushes in front of him with a rushing sound, and the sportsman 
gets ready. Step by step, with may be an interval of half a 
minute or so between each step, and nearer and nearer comes 
the tiger, until his deep breathing can be heard. At length he 
emerges to have his evening meal on the dead buffalo which h 
has slain the night before, and then he meets his death from the 
bullet from the sportsman’s rifle, whose patience is rewarded ; 
but this good luck does not by any means always happen. 
Montrose, A. Yaldwyn, 
December i, 1902. Lt. -Colonel, D.S.O. 
REVIEWS AND EXCHANGES. 
Hampshire Days. By W. H. Hudson. Longmans. Price 10s. 6 d. net. 
Our previous experience of Mr. Hudson would by itself make us anticipate 
with pleasure the perusal of his journal in any district he may choose to visit ; but 
to the naturalist, to the Selbornian naturalist, what could be more interesting than 
to read the observa'ions and thoughts of the naturalist of La Plata upon the 
county of Gilbert White? Though plant and insect do not escape his eyes and 
mind, Mr. Hudson is pre-eminently an ornithologist, so that it is not unnatural 
that half his volume should be concerned with the New Forest, and that his 
account of Selborne revisited should deal mainly with the birds of the village. 
The whole work is, however, delightfully discursive and full of the most pregnant 
suggestions, the outcome of the keenest personal observation. It contains also 
nearly fifty excellent illustrations, the work of various artists, of which, by the 
courtesy of the' publishers, we are enabled to give an example. We wish we 
