Seventy miles of close population and groves of cocoa-nut trees are passed, and he reaches the capital.

This is worse and worse--he has seen no signs of wild country during his long journey, and Colombo appears to be the height of civilisation.

He books his place for Kandy; he knows that is in the very centre of Ceylon--there surely must be sport there, he thinks.
The morning gun fires from the Colombo fort at 5 A.M.and the coach starts.

Miles are passed, and still the country is thickly populated--paddy cultivation in all the flats and hollows, and even the sides of the hills are carefully terraced out in a laborious system of agriculture.

There can be no shooting here! Sixty miles are passed; the top of the Kaduganava Pass is reached, eighteen hundred feet above the sea level, the road walled with jungle on either side.