India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
The tiger had killed a cow the day before, and the villagers were
certain that he had retired to a deep nullah round which a careful watch
had been kept all day. Probably he would steal out by night to make a
meal from the carcass of the cow, but it had been arranged that he was
to do this undisturbed, and that the hunt was to take place by daylight.
“It is wonderful how the servants manage everything,” Isobel said. “The
table is just as well arranged as it is at home. People would hardly
believe in England, if they could see us sitting here, that we were only
out on a two days’ picnic. They would be quite content there to rough
it and take their meals sitting on the ground, or anyway they could get
them. It really seems ridiculous having everything like this.”
“There is nothing like making yourself comfortable,” the Doctor said;
“and as the servants have an easy time of it generally, it does them
good to bestir themselves now and then. The expense of one or two extra
bullock carts is nothing, and it makes all the difference in comfort.”
“How far is the nullah from here, Doctor?” Wilson, who could think of
nothing else but the tiger, asked.
“About two miles. It is just as well not to go any nearer. Not that he
would be likely to pay us a visit, but he might take the alarm and shift
his quarters. No, no more wine, Major; we shall want our blood cool in
the morning. Now we will go out to look at the elephants and have a talk
with the mahouts, and find out which of the animals can be most trusted
to stand steady. It is astonishing what a dread most elephants have of
tigers. I was on one once that I was assured would face anything, and
the brute bolted and went through some trees, and I was swept off the
pad and was half an hour before I opened my eyes. It was a mercy I had
not every rib broken. Fortunately I was a lightweight, or I might have
been killed. And I have seen the same sort of thing happen a dozen
times, so we must choose a couple of steady ones, anyhow, for the
ladies.”
For the next hour they strolled about outside. The Doctor cross
questioned the mahouts and told off the elephants for the party; then
there was a talk with the native shikaris and arrangements made for the
beat, and at an early hour all retired to rest. The morning was just
breaking when they were called. Twenty minutes later they assembled to
take a cup of coffee before starting. The elephants were arranged in
front of the tents, and they were just about to mount when a horse was
heard coming at a gallop.
“Wait a moment,” the Major said; “it may be a message of some sort from
the station.” A minute later Bathurst rode in and reined up his horse in
front of the tent.
“Why, Bathurst, what brings you here? Changed your mind at the last
moment, and found you could get away? That’s right; you shall come on
the pad with me.”
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