Archive image from page 122 of The diary of a sportsman. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India . diaryofsportsman00steb Year: 1920 EXPERIENCES IN CENTRAL PROVINCES 93 quite close. It was the agonized mother, for the youngster before me was a young barking deer. My companion wanted to carry it off to cook for his supper, but of course I would not permit this. We moved noisily away to let the mother know, my companion very surly at the thought of his lost supper. The barks ceased abruptly. The poor mother who had passed through such fearful anxiety had evidently rejoined her offspring, a
Archive image from page 122 of The diary of a sportsman. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India . diaryofsportsman00steb Year: 1920 EXPERIENCES IN CENTRAL PROVINCES 93 quite close. It was the agonized mother, for the youngster before me was a young barking deer. My companion wanted to carry it off to cook for his supper, but of course I would not permit this. We moved noisily away to let the mother know, my companion very surly at the thought of his lost supper. The barks ceased abruptly. The poor mother who had passed through such fearful anxiety had evidently rejoined her offspring, and in an ecstasy of wild frenzy was licking it all over to assure herself that it had come to no harm. Soon after leaving the burnt-out tract we reached the rendezvous for the next item in the day's programme—the bear hunt. The procedure was fairly simple. I had a few squibs and crackers, and with them and burning grass we hoped to be able to induce the bears to come out. The rocky hiU-side was similar to the general nm of such country in these parts. Scrub-covered, with a small tree or two scattered about, and giant boulders and rocks strewing the surface. In these latter were hollows sufficiently large and deep to afford capital residences for the black or sloth bear. After inspecting the ground we determined to commence with the biggest cave which was also the lowest. I squatted on a rock at one side of the entrance which enabled me to command the exit, and two of the men then threw in a few squibs. I could hear them spluttering and banging inside, but nothing came out. Some bundles of lighted grass were thrown in with a like result. ' Blank,' I thought; but not so the shikari. Warily he approached the entrance, and taking a large cracker he lit the end and hurled it into the dim recesses, at the same instant starting to climb nimbly up the rocks at the side of the cave. He had scarcely got up five feet when with a roar a great black mass hurled itself out of the entrance,
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