The Shikari said nothing, but counted it out at seventy yards.
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah"
William G. Burn Murdoch
My Hindoo Shikari I find will take a nip with pleasure from my flask in his little brass bowl, but he would loose caste if he took soda water in the same way, so he tramps to the well and at great trouble draws a cup.
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah"
William G. Burn Murdoch
Only his Shikari got away.
"The Safety Curtain, and Other Stories"
Ethel M. Dell