A stone thrown into this dislodged him, and he gave me a splendid flying shot at about thirty yards.

I bagged him with the two-ounce rifle, but the large ball damaged him terribly.

There are few better birds than a Ceylon peafowl, if kept for two days and then washed in vinegar: they combine the flavour of the turkey and the pheasant.
I was obliged to carry the bird myself, as my two gun-bearers were staggering under the weight of the deer, and the spare guns were carried by my tracker.

We were proceeding slowly along, when the tracker, who was in advance, suddenly sprang back and pointed to some object in the path.

It was certainly enough to startle any man.