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The Prince, with Sir Edward Bradford, Mr. Sanderson, and Dr. Jones, ascended the hills to a smaller camp that had been pitched there on a small plateau some six hundred feet above the kheddah, and near some ground selected for bison-hunting.

From this place a splendid view of the surrounding country was obtained. There, far to the westward, in the forest, is Yelesaragay, the great camp, with all the tents immediately below; further off, the large village of Chamrajnugger; while all around are the forest-clad heights of the Belligherry Ranjans, drawing towards the main chain of the Neilgherries. Everywhere on these hills are lookout stations for Sanderson's trackers, and close by the bison camp, on the principal peak, is a signalling station of the heliostat men of the "Queen's Own Sappers" from Bangalore. From here any news was flashed to Chamrajnugger, and through an intermediate station to the Chamundi Hill at Mysore.

At 6 A.M. Sanderson's fog-horn assembled the Sholiga trackers; the chota hazrie was hastily swallowed, and the party set out on horseback for the head of the valley, passing beyond the head of the kheddah for some three miles. Here

three elephants were ready to convey the party to the bison shooting-grounds selected by Mr. Morris, an enterprising coffee-planter and a great shikaree, who has made these hills his solitary home. The trackers soon spread and examined all the ground with great care, and soon discovered signs of the big gaur, or Indian bison (Gavaus gaurus); but although the marks were numerous, the game itself had evidently made tracks for other pastures. They then proceeded to another part some four miles off, that Mr. Morris declared he had never known to fail; and, sure enough, a herd was soon started, but at too long a range. Of course at this high altitude the forest had ceased, and the hills were only covered with grass and bushes, although these were very dense. Suddenly a magnificent bull was sighted standing " head on " watching the elephants; this is an almost impossible position for a successful shot, but, not willing to lose him, the Prince fired at a venture and struck him, the bull losing much blood. He at once turned and made for the hills, where he was soon lost to view. His staggering gait showed that he was hard hit, but by that time it was getting too late for the hunters to track

him, so Mr. Morris followed alone, and place in India. During my stay at the ultimately recovered the trophy.

The Prince returned part of the way with Mr. Sanderson on one of the "wooden" carts-a vehicle of the most simple construction, and used by the ryots in their husbandry work. The wheels are of solid sections of wood, as are also the axles, and they are made entirely by the foresters with the axe, and for jungle travelling are much superior to the more complicated structures of wood and iron of the civilized coach-builder.

Captain Harvey had that morning started very early on a long march to try for a "rogue" who was known to be in a particular part of the forest. He arrived on a ridge bordering a valley, where the native shikarees asserted that he would be found; and, sure enough, they soon heard him, busy at work breaking down bamboos and flapping his sides to keep off the flies. For an animal with so thick a skin, the elephant is very susceptible to the bite of flies and insects, and in the rainy season, when the elephant-fly appears, he will descend from the hills and live in the valleys, where they are not so numerous. They then carefully stalked in the direction of the "rogue," but the cover was frightfully thick and dense, and too difficult to keep in anything like a straight line. When they had got into what they thought close proximity to him, they listened eagerly for a sound, but no noise of any kind except the hum of insects and the twittering of small birds greeted their ears. Suddenly they heard him blowing some five hundred yards away; the suspicious brute had heard them moving through the bushes, and had noiselessly moved away out of their neighborhood. Again they followed him, to be once more disappointed in a similar manner. This was repeated several times, but all their endeavors to make him move out of that thick cover into the more open ridges were in vain. At last, thoroughly disgusted, they had to make a homeward move, to try again another time. They returned, weary and tired, having seen no living creature, except a good-sized snake, that suddenly shot between the legs of one of the native trackers, and made him jump with fright as it might have been a cobraand disappeared into the long grass. believe there are more of these reptiles in the state of Mysore than in any other

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Residency in that city I killed almost daily one of them in my morning walks in the compound or gardens surrounding the house; and only once did I kill one of a different specie—a puff adder, about six feet in length, of which the natives were greatly afraid, and told me that should that snake breathe in one's face, it would rot and drop off piecemeal!

That morning I had shouldered my ball-gun, twelve-bore, and went with two native shikarees on a still-hunt, but saw no big game, although there were plenty of marks of sambur and small jungle deer. I came across a few jungle fowl, and soon the ball-cartridge was exchanged for one of shot, and I bagged some with a long shot of sixty-five yards, the shot beating with splendid penetration through their thick plumage.

This new ball-gun has proved one of the most valuable of recent inventions to sportsmen, especially for India, where in the jungle they seldom get a really long shot. My gun I have proved against varied game with shot and ball; with a steel-pointed bullet it is a most formidable weapon against tiger and such-like brutes, and with the Express bullet against deer. At a hundred yards I can place all shots in a five-inch circle, and once I shot a black buck with it at one hundred and eighty yards, and a large and fully grown panther at ninety yards, the steel-pointed bullet penetrating through both shoulders, and coming out on the other side, smashing two thick bones in its progress. This kind of gun is now superseding the Express in India, and it is to be hoped it will soon be turned out as an eight or even four bore by some of the English makers. These heavy guns now in use are very seldom rifled, and have simply smooth bores like a cylinder shot-gun; but the rifled choke in the end of the barrels of guns like the "Euoplia" gives the ball the necessary twist for rotation, and makes it as accurate up to any ordinary distances as any rifle, if not superior in many cases. The ball, being of large diameter, causes it to give a great shock to the system. As a shot-gun it shoots equal to any full choke, and I would never go again on any shooting expedition without one.

Small bores with solid bullets, like those used by sportsmen in the "Rockies," are never used, excepting the Martini rifle, the government gun, and that only by

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those who do not possess a better. American gentleman, the author of Two Years in the Jungle, shot a tiger with a small forty-bore American rifle; but it was a lucky shot for him, the bullet entering the brain and causing instant death. But this is only one exception in a thousand, as in the case of the naval officer who once shot a big bear on the Kamtchatka coast with a small rook rifle. All Indian sportsmen prefer a gun that will kill, or, at any rate, so severely wound an animal that the loss of blood will be great enough to prevent it going far.

The other sportsmen that day were more or less unlucky, nothing at all being shot, with the exception of some quail and snipe. The cold season is, of course, the worst time in India for shikar work, the best being that just after the first showers in April, when the grass begins to grow, and until July, when it has grown to the

height of a man. By grass is meant the broad-bladed and long-leafed lemon-grass, and other kinds of a coarser texture that grow in large tufts. From July to January this becomes so thick and high that one cannot get at the game, and in many places it simply becomes impenetrable; and by the latter-mentioned month it has become very dry, and is then fired by the jungle people, who do this to gather certain fruit and jungle products, especially the gall-nut, which is greatly used for tanning-the fertilizing ashes assuring a new supply with the spring showers. The elephants, bison, and other animals do not retreat straight before the fire, but to one side or the other. This is easily managed, as the fires seldom form a long line, and are not so dangerous as is generally supposed.

The next day we assembled to prepare for our return journey.

A PENALTY.

BY NINA F. LAYARD.

THE rock is veined with gold, and the silver shines,

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And the seams of the coal are black in the nether mines, And the copper gleams like a kindled furnace spark,

And the heavy lead is dull and cold and dark;

Yet for all the black of the coal and the gloom of the lead, Do they weep to be copper or silver or gold instead?

The lilies rock in a garden fair and tall,

And the daisies creep in the grass at the feet of all,
And the yellow sunflower stares at the yellow sun,
But the trailing yellow trefoils earthward run;

Yet for all the lilies are high and the daisies are low,
None of them crieth, "Why hast Thou made me so?"

Like flowers of air the kingbirds flash and fly,

They have dipt their wings in the blue of the summer sky, But the dusky lark that made an earthy nest

Must carry away its color upon her breast;

Yet for all the feathers are brown or the feathers are bright,

None of them saith, "God doth not work aright."

And men spring up in their place, and a golden crown

Circles a royal head, for king and clown

Rise and pass through life their several ways,

And this shall be born for toil and this for praise;

Yet of every soul in every devious lot,

There is none content, there is none that murmurs not.

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THE DISAPPOINTMENTS OF LION HUNTING. -Drawn by GEORGE DU MAURIER.

GUARDSMAN (gazing at the motley throng): "Any great literary or scientific celebrities here to-night, Lady Circe?"

LADY CIRCE (who has taken to hunting Lions): No, Sir Charles. The worst of celebrities in these democratic days is that they won't come unless you ask their wives and families too! So I ask the wives and families-and the wives and families come in their thousands, if you please-and the celebrities stay at home and go to bed."

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Editor's Easy Chair.

HE stories of Little Red Riding-hood the publisher can control the taste of the and the wicked wolf who personated public, nor forecast its favor. It was a the grandmother whom he had consumed, wise and friendly, not a vulpine, remark and the other fell tale of the wolf and the which the old publisher made to the young lamb, and the Scriptural assumption of author who offered him the first-fruits of the general incompatibility of wolves and his literary aspiration: "It may be the lambs, all seem to many excellent minds best book ever written, but to us merto be justified by the relations of publish- chants it is only merchandise." ers and authors. The vulpine publisher exists only to fatten upon innocent authors. He is the dreadful ogre of the fairy tale, the giant with his resounding fee, faw, fum, who smells the blood of timorous scribblers, and must have some. This tradition of Grub Street, and of the sorrows of Otway and Chatterton, and of Goldsmith himself, reappears in the interest and surprise expressed recently because of the dedication of a work by an English author to his friend an English publisher. Whether the friendly dedication was regarded as a despairing effort of the victim to placate the dragon, or as a humiliation extorted by the tyrant as the condition of publication, or whatever the theory might be, the fact was thought worthy of notice. But it was certainly not the first of its kind. Among the pretty Christmas books of the last year in this country, we recall a charming work by Mr. Howard Pyle, author and artist, dedicated to his friend the publisher. It was a natural incident, and if some reader remarked it as unusual, it was only because of the vulpine tradition.

Publishers do really belong to the human family, and are entitled to mercy even in the judgment of authors; and the worshipful company of editors in the vulpine train should not be doomed without opportunity for a word in mitigation of sentence. The publisher doubtless lives by publishing books, and were there no authors to write books, there would be no books to publish. But it is equally true that were there no publishers to live by publishing books, authors could not live by writing them. The relation is really one of co-operation. But there is a third element, a tertium quid, which must be considered-the public. It is for the public that the author writes. "When I found," said Emerson, "that the young man did not seek an audience, I doubted his genius." But neither the author nor

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That is the truth which the author does not always consider. If the relation or transaction be one of co-operation, yet all the risks are taken by one side. That side undoubtedly looks out for itself. Caveat emptor. It is the rule of trade. But if it is not to be justified, it is a rule which is as fair in one case as in another; and if a man offering stock for sale does not ask a stockbroker to be merciful, why, offering a manuscript, should he expect mercy of the buyer? The prosperity of the seller undoubtedly depends upon the buyer. But the buyer in turn buys to sell again, and he will pay as little as he can. Now there is not a dealer in wares of any kindlet us say, for instance, "men's wear who does not seek what is most attractive of its kind. He is avid of delicate designs, charming hues, novelties of convenience, a certain "shik" or "style," because he knows that his customers will prefer them, and he is surer of his profitable return. The manufacturer who can best gratify this taste and satisfy this demand of the buyer will sell to him the most silken and linen and woollen wares at the highest prices.

The publisher is that buyer. He anxiously awaits the literary wares which will satisfy the demand of the moment. It is by selling them that he lives, and consequently he wishes to buy them. But still he will buy them on the lowest terms possible, in order to make the highest profit, for he is a merchant. The histories and novels, the epics and lyrics, the essays and philosophical systems, are merchandise. If Plato and Shakespeare are famous, their fame alone makes their merchandise merchantable. But if they are unknown, the marketable value of their merchandise must be tested by the current public taste. Can we fairly select one class of traders and insist that they shall be philanthropists? Dealers in china-ware, for instance, may we justly require that they shall buy

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