. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India. Hunting; Game protection. 14 DIARY OF A SPORTSMAN NATURALIST a firm grip on the arm. I turned angrily to meet the shikari's gleaming eyes and bared teeth. Incensed, I was opening my mouth in wrath when the old hunter vigorously shook his head and whispered that the sahib should re- load his empty barrel and stand ready to shoot whilst he would go forward to see if the animal was dead. Youngster as I was and mad with excitement I was all for disobeying, but some instinct made me give into the man of the jungles and I nodded. Bishu disappeared, wor
. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India. Hunting; Game protection. 14 DIARY OF A SPORTSMAN NATURALIST a firm grip on the arm. I turned angrily to meet the shikari's gleaming eyes and bared teeth. Incensed, I was opening my mouth in wrath when the old hunter vigorously shook his head and whispered that the sahib should re- load his empty barrel and stand ready to shoot whilst he would go forward to see if the animal was dead. Youngster as I was and mad with excitement I was all for disobeying, but some instinct made me give into the man of the jungles and I nodded. Bishu disappeared, worming his way like a snake through the short undergrowth and taking advantage of every tree as a shelter in his progress forward. As soon as he got near enough, after a tantalizing interval of quiescence, he picked up some stones and commenced a fusillade on the great black bulk of the stricken bull. But no sign of life or movement came from that quarter. Slowly and more slowly the shikari approached, keeping up his rain of missiles until, at last, he was within some fifteen yards. He then circled round so as to get below the beast, and at last, after what seemed an eternity to me, who had eagerly watched every movement, he held up his hand and sprang lightly down into the stream, and stood beside the body. I was with him in a trice, and how describe the pride with which I stood beside my first old bull bison ! And truly he was a magnificent beast as he lay there silent in the majesty of death. With a youngster's disregard for the sun, the cHmate and everything else, the head of a bottle of ice-cold Bass was knocked off, and in a nectar fit for the gods an acknow- ledgment of the great and brave spirit of the gallant bull was drunk with fitting Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Stebbi
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