Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
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Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
As they proceeded, the ground became swampy and anything but agreeable
for travelling. They at length reached the banks of a considerable
stream, upon which a number of fowlers were exercising the various
artifices of their craft. It was an unusual, and therefore an
interesting sight to the strangers. The country abounded with
water-fowl which were very fat, and there was a good vent for them in
the neighbouring villages and at a town some distance down the stream.
A large kind of heron congregated here in immense flocks; but the
choice bird was the khawasil, a fowl in great request, because it was
extremely rare. The Moguls were interested by the manner of catching
these birds, which was as follows:--“The fowler spun a thin sliding
springe, about an arrow’s flight long, and to the one end of this cord
fixed a double-pointed arrow, while on the other end of it he fastened
a cross handle of horn. He then took a stick of the thickness of the
wrist, and a span in length, and commencing at the arrow, wound up
the cord until it was all wound on; after which he made fast the horn
handle, and pulled out the stick of the thickness of the wrist, on
which the cord had been wound, the cord remaining wound up and hollow.
Taking a firm hold of the horn handle, he threw the dart, having the
cord attached to it, at any fowl that came near. If it fell on the neck
or wings of the bird, it immediately twisted round it and brought it
down.”
“All the people on the Baran catch birds in this manner, but it is
extremely difficult and unpleasant, as it must be practised on dark and
rainy nights; for on such nights, for fear of the ravenous animals and
beasts of prey, they fly about constantly all night long, never resting
till the morning; and at such times they fly low. In dark nights they
keep flying over the running water, as it appears bright and white;
and it is at such times, when from fear they fly up and down above the
streams all night long, that the fowlers cast their cords.”[19] The
chief of the Moguls, struck with the ingenious mode of taking these
birds, attempted to cast the snare; but with all his skill in the use
of weapons of war, at which he was singularly expert, he could not
manage to secure a single bird.
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