I get a fever again and spend yesterday in bed with ‘Robinson Crusoe’. I expect another attack after tiffin today. Rain and thunderstorms the last 36 hours. We get hold of a local shikari who takes me out after jungle fowl one evening, but no luck. I stand in a clearing in the jungle some time, but all I see is a damn great rat, and hear something pass by in jungle. Find footprint of a small hog deer or something.
The papers full of action down Arakan way, so I expect the boys will have suffered one or two minor ‘shocks’ by now.
A good Mugh cook here. There are tiger nearby in the jungle, but one hasn’t made a kill for about a month and Uncle Stan doesn’t seem inclined to get anything done about it, so that’s that – and I shall be out of luck. Actually I shall be extremely lucky if I manage to shoot any damn thing up here.
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