Whether soldier or civilian, everyone who has ever read anything
about shikari has read Captain A. I. R. Glasfurd's famous Rifle and Romance in the Indian Jungle. Now that he is full of years and honours, he writes no less vividly and attractively in Musings of an old Shikari (Lane, 18s.) of forest ways and beasts. The author tells us he was born to the howling of jackals at the best of the hunter's moon—a few days before her full, so that he seemed fated to be a shikari. There is a Surtees touch about Colonel Glasfurd's descriptive power. His regiment marches at four a.m. to the sound of drums and fifes, known as " Old Father Toozleums." He goes out at dawn, " very still cold blue and star-spangled above, with a dying moon about to disappear beyond lumpy hill-tops to the right." He sticks leopards, inquires into the psychology of the hot weather, shoots bison, sambhur. Every young man going out to India should get this book, and those of us who have returned to relive their youth by the fireside will want it for our shelves.
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