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Title: Jungle trails and jungle people : travel, adventure and abservation in the Far East
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Whitney, Caspar, 1862-1929
Subjects: Hunting
Publisher: New York : C. Scribner
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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sostill on those very fresh tracks with the noise ofthe moving buffalo sounding in our ears, that Icould hear my heart beat. It happened that wherewe stood was about the densest of dense jungle; wewere literally encircled with twining rotan, bushesand cane and thorn vines. I was fearful ofmoving, but move we must in order to approachthe buffalo. I took the jungle knife away fromWan and gave him my gun, for I wanted to besure no noise was made in cutting our path. SoonI discarded the jungle knife and drew the smallerone I always carry in my belt for eating and gen-eral utility. We made our way a few feet at atime, bending low in the effort to get a sight aheadand locate the buffalo which we could now plainlyhear moving. It seemed not over ten or fifteenyards off. The suspense was intense. The mostagonizing thoughts chased through my head—thatWan would drag my rifle, that I would drop myknife, or stumble, or something would happen toscare off our quarry, or that I might sight it run-
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HUNTING WITH THE KARENS 109 oing before I could get my rifle; yet I dared not letWan do the cutting for, good man as he proved,I was afraid of a slip; so afraid. I could not talkto him, could not impress upon him the importa aceof quiet; but I think my attitude and m)^ gesturesmade him think that something very serious wasabout to happen. Foot by foot I got a little nearer. Then therecame a noise as though the buffalo had started, andmy heart sank to my boots; yet, listening, itappeared he had not moved farther away. Thenagain we began our slow, painfully slow approach,all the time dreading that the buffalo might moveoff, even if we did not scare him away, because ourcatlike approach was consuming time. I prayedfor an open piece of jungle, but it remained asdense as at first. Almost crawling on my stomachso as to minimize the cutting and to give me abetter opportunity of seeing in front, I workedahead, hearkening for every sound, and reassuredby the noise, such as cattle make, when re

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