I amused myself with my favourite sport of potting peacocks with bullets; it is very good practice.

Isaacs had told me that morning when we started that he would leave us the next day to meet Shere Ali near Keitung.

We reached camp about three o'clock, in the heat of the afternoon.

The injured beater was put in a servant's tent to be sent off to Pegnugger in a litter in the cool of the night.

There was a doctor there who would take care of him under the collector's written orders.
The camp was in a shady place, quite unlike the spot where we had first pitched our tents.