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As they were walking to the fifth beat they came to a great peepul tree in which, high up, one could<br />
hear imperial pigeons cooing. It was a sound like the far-off lowing of cows. One bird fluttered out<br />
and perched alone on the topmost bough, a small greyish shape.<br />
‘Try a sitting shot,’ Flory said to Elizabeth. ‘Get your sight on him and pull off without waiting.<br />
Don’t shut your left eye.’<br />
Elizabeth raised her gun, which had begun trembling as usual. The beaters halted in a group to<br />
watch, and some of them could not refrain from clicking their tongues; they thought it queer and rather<br />
shocking to see a woman handle a gun. With a violent effort of will Elizabeth kept her gun still for a<br />
second, and pulled the trigger. She did not hear the shot; one never does when it has gone home. The<br />
bird seemed to jump upwards from the bough, then down it came, tumbling over and over, and stuck<br />
in a fork ten yards up. One of the beaters laid down his dah and glanced appraisingly at the tree; then<br />
he walked to a great creeper, thick as a man’s thigh and twisted like a stick of barley sugar, that hung<br />
far out from a bough. He ran up the creeper as easily as though it had been a ladder, walked upright<br />
along the broad bough, and brought the pigeon to the ground. He put it limp and warm into Elizabeth’s<br />
hand.<br />
She could hardly give it up, the feel of it so ravished her. She could have kissed it, hugged it to her<br />
breast. All the men, Flory and Ko S’la and the beaters, smiled at one another to see her fondling the<br />
dead bird. Reluctandy, she gave it to Ko S’la to put in the bag. She was conscious of an extraordinary<br />
desire to fling her arms round Flory’s neck and kiss him; and in some way it was the killing of the<br />
pigeon that made her feel this.<br />
After the fifth beat the hunter explained to Flory that they must cross a clearing that was used for<br />
growing pineapples, and would beat another patch of jungle beyond. They came out into sunlight,<br />
dazzling after the jungle gloom. The clearing was an oblong of an acre or two hacked out of the jungle<br />
like a patch mown in long grass, with the pineapples, prickly cactus-like plants, growing in rows,<br />
almost smothered by weeds. A low hedge of morns divided the field in the middle. They had nearly<br />
crossed the field when there was a sharp cock-a-doodle-doo from beyond the hedge.<br />
‘Oh, listen!’ said Elizabeth, stopping. ‘Was that a jungle cock?’<br />
‘Yes. They come out to feed about this time.’<br />
‘Couldn’t we go and shoot him?’<br />
‘We’ll have a try if you like. They’re cunning beggars. Look, we’ll stalk up the hedge until we get<br />
opposite where he is. We’ll have to go without making a sound.’<br />
He sent Ko S’la and the beaters on, and the two of them skirted the field and crept along the hedge.<br />
They had to bend double to keep themselves out of sight. Elizabeth was in front. The hot sweat<br />
trickled down her face, tickling her upper lip, and her heart was knocking violently. She felt Flory<br />
touch her heel from behind. Both of them stood upright and looked over the hedge together.<br />
Ten yards away a little cock the size of a bantam, was pecking vigorously at the ground. He was<br />
beautiful, with his long silky neck-feathers, bunched comb and arching, laurel-green tail. There were<br />
six hens with him, smaller brown birds, with diamond-shaped feathers like snake-scales on their<br />
backs. AU this Elizabeth and Flory saw in the space of a second, then with a squawk and a whirr the<br />
birds were up and flying like bullets for the jungle. Instantly, automatically as it seemed, Elizabeth