A FINE BULL
But the good hounds stuck to him. I ran to where the express was lying, picked it up, and had no difficulty in giving the great bull his quietus. The whole scene did not last five minutes, though it has taken some time to tell. When it was all over, my followers appeared on the scene ; but during the scrimmage they had judiciously taken up positions behind trees.
On examining the prize, he turned out to be as fine a bull as is generally found in India, but far inferior to those I have shot in Burma. As nearly as I could tell, he measured nineteen and a half hands high, and, judging from the ridges on the base of the horns, he must have been at least thirty years of age. Across the water, an old bull of his age would have been a hand or more higher, and would have had a far finer head ; but the tips of the horns of this one had worn down. He was by far the finest I ever got in India proper. The men told me they had wandered some way up the valley in search of mohwa-trees, and had come upon the gaur unexpectedly, and, with a view of driving him towards me, they had set the hounds on him. I told them their doing so was contrary to orders, for the baying of a hound disturbs the country for miles around, and I had over and over again told them only to loosen the dogs in the event of a mle. However, the beast was bagged, and the damage done, so it was no use saying much.
Having come so far, I thought I might as well have a look at the tableland beyond. It was no easy task for my followers, heavily laden as they were, and climbing up from the valley was very fatiguing ; but when we reached the top, the view fully repaid us forHaving come so far, I thought I might as well have a look at the tableland beyond. It was no easy task for my followers, heavily laden as they were, and climbing up from the valley was very fatiguing ; but when we reached the top, the view fully repaid us for