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lived with mountains for any length of time, you belong to them, and must return again and again.

              Nearly every morning, and sometimes during the day, I heard the cry of the barking deer. And in the
              evening, walking through the forest, I disturbed parties of pheasant. The birds went gliding down
              the ravine on open, motionless wings. I saw pine martens and a handsome red fox, and I recognised
              the footprints of a bear.

              As I had not come to take anything from the forest, the birds and animals soon grew accustomed
              to my presence; or possibly they recognised my footsteps. After some time, my approach did not
              disturb them.

              The langurs in the oak and rhododendron trees, who would at first go leaping through the branches
              at my approach, now watched me with some curiosity as they munched the tender green shoots of
              the oak.

              The young ones scuffled and wrestled like boys, while their parents groomed each other’s coats,
              stretching themselves out on the sunlit hillside. But one evening, as I passed, I heard them chattering
              in the trees, and I knew I was not the cause of their excitement.

              As I crossed the stream and began climbing the hill, the grunting and chattering increased, as though
              the langurs were trying to warn me of some hidden danger. A shower of pebbles came rattling down
              the steep hillside, and I looked up to see a sinewy, orange-gold
              leopard poised on a rock about twenty feet above me.

              It was not looking towards me, but had its head thrust
              attentively forward, in the direction of the ravine. Yet
              it must have sensed my presence, because it slowly

              turned its head and looked down at me.
              It seemed a little puzzled at my presence there;
              and when, to give myself courage, I clapped my
              hands sharply, the leopard sprang away into the
              thickets, making absolutely no sound as it

              melted into the shadows.
              I  had  disturbed  the  animal  in

              its quest for food. But a little
              after  I  heard  the  quickening
              cry of a barking deer as it fled
              through the forest. The hunt
              was still on.

              The  leopard,  like  other
              members  of  the  cat  family,
              is  nearing  extinction  in  India,
              and I was surprised to find one
              so close to Mussoorie. Probably

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