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rising in valleys and ridges to a tar background or
misty blue ranges. Very fine but looked just like Michigan or Vermont, and just as tame; a busy highroad running through it, rattling with motor buses full of people, and plantations of tea and coffee all along the way. And yet this was really truly jungle and not only that, it was elephant jungle. A step off the road and you stepped into it.
The first thing that ran across the road was a jackal, then a wild boar, a small, black fellow, then a beautiful slender, vivid green snake — the driver said it was not poisonous but would 'spit in your eye' — next a mongoose. Besides the little red-faced, common 'Irish' monkeys, there were trees full of langoors, long-tailed, bushy grey monkeys, and one tree full of less common monkeys that are jet black. We stopped and left word for the jungle men to catch some for us and bring them to the bungalow. The jungle men are naked 'aborigines' with mops of shaggy black hair. They look very likeable. Captain Fremlin swears by them. If you want any animal ask the jungle men.
We went off the road to a dak (traveller's) bungalow where the keeper says a tiger passes almost every night on his way to his hunting. Coming down in the car we stopped to watch some langoors, and R. and Mrs. Borrodaile caught sight of a snake. It was
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