This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ..."--about half-adozen wattle-and-daub huts--of Barhanpur, where my orderly met me with a few Korkus; the rest had already proceeded ...Read MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ..."--about half-adozen wattle-and-daub huts--of Barhanpur, where my orderly met me with a few Korkus; the rest had already proceeded up the valley to scout A sharp walk for about a mile up the dank and chilly bed of the yet misty valley, which was already waking to the shrill cries of the grey jungle-cocks and the mewing of peafowl, landed us at the mouth of one of the side glens--the Am khdra--near which a good stag sambar had been seen the previous day. On a little peak, silhouetted against the flush of coming dawn, I made out the forms of two of the scouts. They had seen nothing, however, and we held on up the glen in silence, spreading out through the long, dewy spear-grass that clothed the level ground bordering the stony watercourse. From a thicket there suddenly rose the beating of heavy wings, and a loud "Kok-kok-kok-kok!" as a peacock, scattering the dew in glittering drops, burst forth clamorously, and, rising clear of the trees, sailed ponderously away down the khora, his grand tail streaming behind him, brilliant in the beams of the newly risen sun. Here and there up the valley rang the loud "Kuck-kaakiya-kuck'm!" of a jungle-cock, and as we reached the spot where he had been shouting his soul out, the wary bird might be seen running swiftly off through the leafless underwood. Further on we surprised a couple of barking deer. Leaping over the dripping grass, heads low, and round, fat, white-scutted rumps high in air at each bound, they popped into the ndla, and, hopping up the far bank, stood suddenly, artful little dodgers, just behind some tree trunk or bush; then, with a short hoarse bark, off uphill again. The clear fresh morning air resounded with the notes of birds and the screaming of the little rosy-headed parrakeets that swept...Read Less
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