Sport and Work on the Nepaul Frontier eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 378 pages of information about Sport and Work on the Nepaul Frontier.

Sport and Work on the Nepaul Frontier eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 378 pages of information about Sport and Work on the Nepaul Frontier.

Tigers can be, and are, shot on the Koosee plains all the year round, but the big hunts take place in the months of March, April, and May, when the hot west winds are blowing, and when the jungle has got considerably trampled down by the herds of cattle grazing in the tangled wilderness of tall grass.  Innumerable small paths shew where the cattle wander backward and forward through the labyrinths of the jungle.  In the howdah we carry ample supplies of vesuvians.  We light and drop these as they blaze into the dried grass and withered leaves as we move along, and soon a mighty wall of roaring flame behind us, attests the presence of the destroying element.  We go diagonally up wind, and the flames and smoke thus surge and roar and curl and roll, in dense blinding volumes, to the rear and leeward of our line.  The roaring of the flames sounds like the maddened surf of an angry sea, dashing in thunder against an iron-bound coast.  The leaping flames mount up in fiery columns, illuminating the fleecy clouds of smoke with an unearthly glare.  The noise is deafening; at times some of the elephants get quite nervous at the fierce roar of the flames behind, and try to bolt across country.  The fire serves two good purposes.  It burns up the old withered grass, making room for the fresh succulent sprouts to spring, and it keeps all the game in front of the line, driving the animals before us, as they are afraid to break back and face the roaring-wall of flame.  A seething, surging sea of flame, several miles long, encircling the whole country in its fiery belt, sweeping along at night with the roar of a storm-tossed sea; the flames flickering, swelling, and leaping up in the dark night, the fiery particles rushing along amid clouds of lurid smoke, and the glare of the serpent-like line reddening the horizon, is one of those magnificent spectacles that can only be witnessed at rare intervals among the experiences of a sojourn in India.  Words fail to depict its grandeur, and the utmost skill of Dore could not render on canvas, the weird, unearthly magnificence of a jungle fire, at the culmination of its force and fury.

In beating, the elephants are several yards apart, and, standing in the howdah, you can see the slightest motion of the grass before you, unless indeed it be virgin jungle, quite untrodden, and perhaps higher than your elephant; in such high dense cover, tigers will sometimes lie up and allow you to go clean past them.  In such a case you must fire the jungle, and allow the blaze to beat for you.  It is common for young, over eager sportsmen, to fire at moving jungle, trusting to a lucky chance for hitting the moving animal; this is useless waste of powder; they fail to realize the great length of the swaying grass, and invariably shoot over the game; the animal hears the crashing of the bullet through the dense thicket overhead, and immediately stops, and you lose all idea of his whereabouts.  When you see an animal moving before you in long jungle, it should be your

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