Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.
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The excitement we felt can not be described, when we first got sight of
our game feeding in a tank, about a quarter of a mile from us. Imagine a
herd of sixty or more spotted deer grouped in every imaginable way in a
grassy bottom, some under the branches of stately tamarind trees, some
drinking at the edge of the water; some lying down, little dreaming of
the greedy and remorseless eyes so eagerly watching their repose. Our
gun-bearers now altered our direction in order to gain the lee of their
position; and a few anxious moments brought us again in sight of the
deer, and not more than two hundred yards from a stately stag, the
outlying picket of their troop. Looking to our locks, we now took the
place of guides, and began cautiously to advance.
By this time it was past five. The sun had not yet risen, but the light
was quite sufficient to distinguish every twig and blade, and the
increased noise of the awakening spoonbills and water-fowl served
considerably to conceal our careful approach. A hundred yards are now
passed--twenty more would make success a certainty--when crash went a
dead branch under a leathern sole, and the whole herd at once are roused
from their careless attitudes. The stag I had just marked, at once
prepared for flight; but, stopping to sniff the wind, fell under my
first bullet. My friend's gun also brought down a fine buck, just as he
was starting at the report of my shot. The herd are now off; but still
two fall as they press forward; one, never to rise.
Thus ended our first morning's sport, and having gathered our game
together, we left a fellow in charge, to drive off the jackals, and
other wild beasts, while we joyfully wended our way back to the
encampment to dispatch a dozen of our men to bring in the spoil, and to
recruit ourselves with a hearty breakfast.
As we had expected, we found the whole village, ladies and all, at the
tent, looking with curiosity at our apparatus, and bringing scanty
supplies of milk, eggs, and fowls, which they exchanged for a few
charges of powder, and a bullet or two. Here money is of little value,
for they grow all the food they require in the Palmyra tree and
paddy-field. A few yards of cloth last them for years, and what taxes
they pay to government are generally brought in, in kind.
The sun, between nine o'clock and four, is too powerful to allow of our
being out, so we read and talked till the lengthened shadow of the tent
showed us that the time of action was again come. I took a stroll with
my rifle as companion, and returned about seven o'clock with a fine doe.
My friend had not shot any deer; but a young pea-fowl and some hares
made a goodly show at our dinner. As we had another kind of sport for
the night, we did not waste much time over this meal, and were ready by
eight, P.M., to take possession of our olies, or watching-places.
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