. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India. Hunting; Game protection. SPORT IN THE JUNGLES OF N. INDIA 153 Chittagong and the contrast was as sharply marked as it was dehghtful. Within two days of my arrival I went out to camp. Even moving one's paraphernalia and camp equipage was, I discovered, a very different business up here. Coolies, both men and women, I had used for transport purposes, also bullock carts, mules, and pack-ponies, boats and elephants. But I had never yet made acquaintance with the idiosyncrasies of the camel as a baggage animal. And he is infinitely the worst of the l
. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India. Hunting; Game protection. SPORT IN THE JUNGLES OF N. INDIA 153 Chittagong and the contrast was as sharply marked as it was dehghtful. Within two days of my arrival I went out to camp. Even moving one's paraphernalia and camp equipage was, I discovered, a very different business up here. Coolies, both men and women, I had used for transport purposes, also bullock carts, mules, and pack-ponies, boats and elephants. But I had never yet made acquaintance with the idiosyncrasies of the camel as a baggage animal. And he is infinitely the worst of the lot. With a new set of servants for the most part and a hastily improvised camp equipage I was not looking for much comfort until I joined as a guest the Conservator's camp several marches away ; and I did not get it. The first march out of headquarters was one of twelve miles. I was riding, so ordered all the men and camels to start off in the morning, intending to set out. myself in the afternoon. I remember that ride as if it was yesterday. The first part was glorious. Well, as I sub- sequently became acquainted with that road, running through the heart of the beautiful Siwaliks, those first impressions of it never faded. But it is not of its beauty that I propose to write. I had not gone four miles before I met most of the camels in charge of a couple of camel men, but no sign of the servants. The camel men who were from the Punjab either could not or would not understand my questions, so I went on. I soon after saw a porcupine which scurried across the road in front of me. He is fairly plentiful in the Siwahks and damages trees by gnawing round the bark at the base thus girdhng the tree and killing it. The khair tree is a special favourite in these regions. The porcupine is a comic little beggar to watch as, with all his quills up, he hurries away. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - co
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