In wet weather this is much increased.
For my own part I dislike shooting in thick jungles, and I very seldom do so.

It is extremely dangerous, and is like shooting in the dark; you never see the game until you can almost touch it, and the labour and pain of following up elephants through thorny jungle is beyond description.
On our return to the post-holder's hut we dined and prepared for sleep.
It was a calm night, and not a sound disturbed the stillness of the air.
The tired coolies and servants were fast asleep, the lamp burnt dimly, being scantily fed with oil, and we were in the act of lying down to rest when a frightful scream made us spring to our feet.

There was something so unearthly in the yell that we could hardly believe it human.

The next moment a figure bounded into the little room that we occupied.

It was a black, stark naked.