The Black Panther of Sivanipalli- a walk back




“The Black Panther of Sivanipalli”-Tracing the steps



It is a story written by Kenneth Anderson, believed to be happened in between 1934 and 1935 at a village named Sivanapalli (சிவனப்பள்ளி  ಸಿವನಪಲ್ಲಿ सीवनपल्ली സിവനപള്ളി) (Sivanipalli/Shivanahalli), near Denkanikotta, in Krishnagiri district, Tamilnadu. A black panther is very rarely seen in the jungles and therefore there are number of myths, mysteries and legends related to it,Hence this story is very significant.

Here I Just trying to track his steps through that epic journey, and try to relate the positions mentioned in the story with available maps. All the spots mentioned here are only indicative and may not be accurate,as I have some pre-sumptions and not been verified personally. I am still waiting to get photos of the pots in my next visit, and I will add them here when it ready. I think, this article may be helpful to who dares to follow the story,only as a roadmap.


Essence of the story 

 Kenneth Anderson was attracted to Sivanipalli on his very first visit. Sivanipalli  was Anderson's favorite place for a weekend excursion. He presents its topography in details and describes the jungle stretches to the east of Sivanipalli. He describes the jungle as,  in type from the heavy bamboo that grows in the vicinity of the waterhole to the thick forest on the southern and western sides, with much thinner jungle and scrub, interspersed with sandalwood trees, to the east and north.
A black panther- file photo
 The jungles around little Sivanipalli sprang a surprise in 1934 when a black panther had been seen drinking at the waterhole by a herdsman. This was very unusual incident for the villagers. Anderson provides all type of information about the black panther. He comments on the appearance and origin of the black panther as black panther is not a separate or special species. It is simply an instance of melanism. A black cub sometimes, but very rarely, appears in a litter, the other cubs being of normal size and color.

He states s that the mystery of this black panther has never been satisfactorily solved.
The villagers of Sivanipali refused to believe in the headsman’s report of sighting the black panther. They were superstitious and related his experience with Satan. But after a few months the black panther reappeared and attacked on a cow. The herdsmen instead of driving off the attacker, ran away from the place. This was only because they saw the black panther and not normal one.
The existence of this strange beast unnerved the villagers and they became more and more careful and stopped grazing of the cattle beyond far distance from the village. Finding that his food supply was being cut off, the black panther started to extend his field of advent, the activities of the black panther greatly interested Anderson. He decided to shoot the panther.

 A man named Rangaswami in Sivanipalli who assisted him in his few shikar expeditions sent the telegram to report the fresh kill by the black panther. Anderson rushed immediately to Sivanipalli to pursue his operation in the darkness of night. After great efforts he reached the place near the stream at which the panther had killed the cow. It was too dark and he was dependent only on sense of hearing movement of the black panther. Then suddenly he heard the sound, the panther was on his kill. But then suddenly sound stopped and he became restless as many thoughts came to his mind. Here, he, explores his own mind perfectly and analyzes his confused state of mind to take proper decision, at the critical moment. When he switched on the torch he saw two reddish-white eyes staring at him. He took careful aim and then fired. The panther vanished and again he was confused that if he had missed his target.
He went back to Sivanipalli, and started his search of the black panther with Rangaswami, the herdsman and the bitch named ‘Kush’. They found the blood-trail of the black panther, with the help of ‘Kush’ who by her instinct discovered it. The trail led them far away through the big gorge, the narrow bed of stream to a large hill, half a mile behind a hamlet named Kundukottai. There were many caves on the top of the hill. ‘Kush’ took them to the cave and they saw many beehives hanging from the roof of the cave. Anderson gives account of the life-cycle of the little creatures known as ‘rock-bees.’ He mentions that these rock–bees, when disturbed, can be most formidable opponents. Anderson narrates the thrilling encounter between him and the black panther in the cave. After detecting his presence he fired two bullets at the black panther but at the same time disturbed the bees who subsequently attacked on him. He describes the attack of bees as, the bees fell upon me as an avalanche. He describes painful experience at the cave of the black panther who was lying dead inside.

He removed the  skin at the Denkanikotta forest bungalow. Thus he narrates one of the most memorable hunts of his life.

Now look the  pictures and map,I used same original words by KA  to describe the  images.

A sign board  to Sivanapalli:SiVANIPALLI has always been a favourite haunt of mine because of its proximity to Bangalore and the fact that it lends itself so conveniently to a week-end excursion or even a visit of a few hours on a moonlit night.

Position of the area marked as X.:All you have to do is to motor from Bangalore to Denkanikotta, a distance of forty-one miles, proceed another four miles by car, and then leave the car and walk along a foot-path for five miles, which brings you to Sivanipalli. The hamlet itself stands at the edge of the Reserved Forest.
Denkanikotta and Anchetty  with relation to Sivanapalli(RED)


Distance from Denkanikottai to Andavanpalli is 4 miles. KA left his car there :proceed another four miles by car, and then leave the car and walk along a foot-path. 

Andavanapalli and the probable foot path, used by KA on left of the road 

and walk along a foot-path for five miles..The foot path start from just out side of Reserve forest and runs through cultivated areas to Salaivaram. Even though there is a shortcut rad to Saliavaram from Kundukotta now, i think the presence of stream Anekkal Vanka, made this long distance walk to reach the village.
Stream Anekkal Vanka in green and the other one in blue, both forms the river Doddahalla :Nearly three miles to the west of this small hamlet the land drops for about three hundred feet, down to a stream running along the decline. To the south of the hamlet another stream flows from east to west, descending rapidly in a number of cascades to converge with the first stream that runs along the foot of the western valley.
Description of the area by KA is accurate: To the east of Sivanipalli hamlet the jungle stretches to a forest lodge, Gulhatti Bungalow, situated nearly five hundred feet up on a hillside. East of Gulhatti itself, and about four and a half miles away as the crow flies, is another forest bungalow at a place called Aiyur. Four miles north-east again is a forestry Department shed located near a rocky hill named Kuchuvadi. 

The foot path(White) in relation to the present road (yellow). Reserved forest is marked in red:Northwards of Sivanipalli thick scrub jungle extends right up to and beyond the road, five miles away, where you had to leave the car before setting out for the hamlet on foot.
Andavanapalli  reserved forest  in Anchetty road

Position of Water hole (Green) and  firelines (Red Arrowheads). Fire-lines of the Forestry Department surround Sivanipalli on all four sides, demarcating the commencement of the surrounding reserved forest at distances varying from half a mile to a mile from the hamlet. There is a water-hole almost at the point where two of these fire-lines converge at the south- eastern corner. Here is another small waterhole inside the jungle marked in blue. 
Two sterams and waterhole make the area fertile and panthers presence :The two streams that meet west of the village at the foot of the three hundred-foot drop wind on through heavy jungle in the direction of another larger village named Anchetty, about eight miles south-westward of Sivanipalli itself. 

Kochuvadi was famous on Sandal wood.This is a sandalwood area and the shed houses an ancient and huge pair of scales which are used for weighing the cut pieces of sandalwood as they are brought in from the jungle, before being despatched to the Forestry Department's godowns at the block headquarters at Denkanikotta. 

Relation to Anchetty, the capital of KAs Activity.The countryside itself is extremely beautiful, with a lovely view of hills stretching away to a hazy and serrated blue line on the western horizon.

Secret river starting from this same area.
Water holes in monsoon:It is an ideal locality for a panther's activities, with small rocky hills in all directions, scrub-jungle, heavy forest and two streams — apart from the water-hole — to ensure a steady water supply not only for the panthers themselves, but for the game on which they prey. Because of this regular supply of water a fairly large herd of cattle is quartered at Sivanipalli, which is an added attraction, of course, so far as these felines are concerned ! 

A file photo of a black panther..it was only a little after five and still quite light when the herdsman saw this black panther standing beside a bush that grew close to the water's edge, calmly lapping from the pool.

KAs Account of Black panthers:black panther is not a separate or special species. It is simply an instance of melanism. A black cub sometimes, but very rarely, appears in a litter, the other cubs being of normal size and colour. Black panthers are said to occur more in the thick evergreen forests of Malaya, Burma, Assam and similar localities than around this district. They have also been seen and shot very occasionally in the Western Ghats of India. I have every reason to believe in the view that they prevail in these heavy evergreen forests, for then their dark colour would afford considerably better concealment. At the same time, as they are simple instances of melanism, they should occur any- where and everywhere that panthers exist, regardless of the type of jungle prevailing.
Hosur, Denkanikotta and Bangalore, it seems the communication was terribly slow to us. but at his time , it was the fastest. Rangaswamy living at Sivanipalli, who had assisted me as shikari on two or three previous occasions, and it was this man who had sent the telegram from Hosur Cattle Farm to say that the panther had made a kill at ten that very morning, shortly after the cattle had left the village for grazing. The herdsman in charge, who like the rest had been told of my offer to pay for the animal that had been killed, with a cash bonus as well, had very wisely not touched the carcass but had run back to Sivanipalli with the news which he had given to Rangaswamy, who in turn had made a great effort to reach Denkanikotta in time to catch the twelve-fifteen bus. This he had just managed to do, reaching the Hosur Cattle Farm telegraph office by one o'clock

The kill was  at close distance of a quarter of miles from stream: I enquired where the kill had taken place and was informed that it was hardly half a mile to the west of the village, where the land began its steep descent to the bed of the stream about three miles away. It seemed too temptingly close and this decided me to tell Rangaswamy and the herdsman that I would endeavour to bag the panther that very night while he was eating the kill, if they would lead me to a quarter of a mile from the spot and indicate the direction in which the kill lay. I felt I could trust my own sense of hearing and judgment to guide me from there on. 


Rangaswamy and the herdsman came along with me up to a dry rivulet (BLUE). Then the latter told me that this rivulet ran almost directly westwards with just two bends(RED and GREEN) in its course to the spot where the panther had killed. He said the dead cow had later been dragged about two hundred yards inside the jungle roughly northwards of the place where the rivulet completed the second bend(Probably at  a spot marked in BLACK) 

His planing on the location:They were both against this plan and very strongly advocated waiting till the following evening, but I said that I would like to try it anyhow. 
The curves and  KA in Darkness,200 yards fom the spot of killing(RED Circle) :Their instructions were clear enough and I was grateful for the two bends in the* stream which enabled them to be so specific. Telling the men to go back, as I would eventually be able to find my own way to Sivanipalli, I started out on my attempt.
The progress: I considered the wisest and most silent approach would be along the bed of this dry stream rather than along the top of either of its banks. Any slight sounds I might inadvertently make would then be muffled and less audible to the panther. Secondly, by walking along the bed of the stream I could easily follow its course without having to shine my torch to see where I was going, which I might have to do if I were to walk along the bank where the vegetation would impede me, the more so because it was very dark indeed and the sky very overcast, the clouds completely hiding the stars and whatever pale light they might have cast.Accordingly I moved forward very carefully and soon felt the stream making its first curve, which was in a south- westerly direction. After a while the stream started to turn northwards again, and then straightened out to resume its westerly course. I had passed the first of the two bends the herdsman had mentioned. 

Not long afterwards it curved into its second bend, but this time in a northerly direction. I moved as carefully as possible to avoid tripping upon any loose stone or boulder that might  I knew the kill was still about three hundred yards away, make a noise. Although, from the information I had been given, panthers have very acute hearing, and if my quarry were any kill, he would hear me and, as like as not, make off again. 
Fortunately the rivulet was more or less clear of boulders and bushes along this part of its course and this helped me to edge along silently. A little later it had completed its north- ward turn and it began to curve southwards. After a few yards it straightened out once more and resumed its main westerly I halted. I had reached the place at which the panther had killed the cow and from where he had dragged the kill into the jungle for about two hundred yards to the north. I knew that I must now leave the rivulet and strike off into the undergrowth to try and locate the carcass and the killer, whom I hoped to surprise in the act of eating. In the deep gloom I had only my sense of hearing to guide me.
KA Walked in darkness to a slightly different direction  to move more than 200 yards.Five minutes passed, but there was no sound of any kind to disturb the silence. Perhaps the kill was too far away to allow me to hear the panther eating; that is, if he was on the kill and if he was eating. Putting my weight on my hands, I gently drew myself up to the top of the bank, making no sound as I did so. I then picked up the rifle and started to move forward very, very slowly. The darkness was intense. Inching forward, I stopped every few yards to listen for sounds that would indicate that the panther was busy eating. Only they could guide me, as it was hopeless to expect to see anything without the aid of my torch. 
Probabale spots as per my assumption, KA's Pregress (YELLOW), after hearing the noice (RED) Panthers movement (BLUE) qand meeting spot (BLACK). This is a wonder full reading ,which has a  thrilling feeling in darkness with KA:: I went along in this fashion, taking what seemed an interminable time. Perhaps I had progressed seventy-five yards or more when, during one of the many stops I made to listen, I thought I heard a faint sound coming from in front and a little to the right. I listened again for some time, but it was not repeated. Bushes and trees were now growing thickly around me, and my body, in pushing through the undergrowth, was making some noise in spite of the utmost care I was taking to prevent this. So were my feet as I put them down at each tread. I tried pushing them forward by just raising them off the ground and sliding them along, but I was still not altogether silent. I did this not only to try and eliminate noise, but to disguise my human footfalls should the panther hear me. He would certainly not associate any sliding and slithering sounds with a human being, but ascribe them to some small nocturnal creature moving about in the grass and bushes; whereas the sound of an ordinary footfall would immediately convey the fact that there was a man in the vicinity. An uncomfortable thought came into my mind that I might tread on a poisonous snake in the dark, and the rubber shoes I was wearing did not protect my ankles. I dispelled that thought and tried walking around the bushes and shrubs that arose before me. This caused me to deviate to some extent from the northerly course to- wards the dead cow I had been instructed to follow. I stopped every now and then to listen, but the sound I had last heard was not repeated. It was some time later that I concluded that I had far exceeded the distance of two hundred  yards from the rivulet at which the kill was said to be lying, and also that I had hopelessly lost all sense of direction, enveloped as I was amongst the trees and scrub, under an over- cast sky. Then suddenly I heard the sound I had so long been hoping to hear— the unmistakable sound of tearing flesh and crunching bones. 

In day light the area looks so calm: the sounds did not come from the direction in which I was moving, but to my left and some distance be- hind me, indicating that I had not steered a straight course in the darkness. I had veered to the right, by-passing the kill. Perhaps the reason I had not heard the sound of feeding earlier was because the panther had only just returned. Or — and it was a most discomforting thought that came into my mind — maybe he had heard me in the darkness as I passed and deliberately stayed quiet. I paused for a few moments and listened so as to make quite sure of the direction from which the sounds were coming. In the darkness I guessed the panther to be anything from fifty to a hundred yards away.
Black Panther's eyes stared back at the light of Anderson's torch without wavering.Check the details of writing of the encounter: Next came the well-known hissing sound, comparable with that made by an angry cobra when it exhales the air from its body in a sudden puff. The panther was beginning to snarl. Very shortly he would snarl audibly, probably growl, and then would come the charge. I had heard the same sequence of noises often enough before and knew what to expect. Quickly raising the rifle to my shoulder, I pressed the switch of the torch.
Two baleful reddish-white eyes stared back at me, but I could make out nothing of the animal itself till I remembered I was dealing with a black panther, which would be practically invisible at night. Perhaps it had at first no vicious intentions in approaching me, but had just sneaked forward to investigate what it had heard moving about in the vicinity of its kill. But having identified the source as a hated human being, that hissing start to the snarl showed that the black panther had definitely decided to be aggressive. His eyes stared back at the light of my torch without wavering. I had plenty of time in which to take careful aim. Then I fired.
KA lost all of his sense directions and failed to reach the River, and  to the village (GREEN), Probably he gone wrong up to  the road to Salivaram(YELLOW) :   This time, of course, I was free to use my torch, and with its aid I walked back roughly in the direction I had come. I had thought wrong, however, and floundered about for half an hour without being able to regain the rivulet up which I had approached. I looked at the sky. It was still cloudy and I could not pick out a single star that would help set me, even roughly, in the right direction to Sivanapalli village. Then I remembered that  the land sloped gently westwards from the hamlet towards the ravine formed by the two rivers to the west. Therefore, if I walked in a direction that led slightly uphill I could not go wrong and would surely come out somewhere near the village. I started walking uphill. But I did not reach Sivanipalli or anywhere near it. To cut a long story short, it was past eleven-thirty that night when I landed, not at Sivanipalli or its precincts as I had expected, but more than half-way up the track leading northwards to Salivaram. After that, of course, I knew where I was and within half-an-hour had reached the village.
Shivanapalli Village(SIVANIPALLI):There I awoke Rangaswamy and related what had happened. There was nothing more to do then than bed down for the night. I have told you already that Sivanipalli was a small place boasting scarcely half-a-dozen huts. Rangaswamy himself was a much-married man with a large household of women and children and I could not expect him to invite me into his hut. So I lay down in a hayrick that stood a little off the main path and pulled the straw, already damp with dew, over me to try and keep warm. 
Calculating distance in next day,depicting KA's Measurements (in Yards).: Deciding approximately on the distance where I might have been standing, I paced off  fifteen yards and got one of the men to mark the spot by bending down a small branch. Then I paced another thirty-five yards to attain the maximum distance of fifty yards, which I judged would be about the greatest that could have separated me from the feeding panther I had heard the night before. Here we bent another branch. Somewhere in between these two markers, and very approximately in the same direction as I was walking, I knew I should find some sign of whether my bullet had struck the panther. If I did not find anything then I would have to conclude that I had completely missed him.
The Village dog,Kush guided them  to the  panthers's fleeing route(RED), which is going west ans to the stream. The stream anekkal venka boast about  of a fall which can be seen from Anchetty road(YELLO). there is another waterfall on the same rivulet which is locally known as Metro falls:  We followed and found more blood-smears on leaves and blades of grass where the panther had passed. Between the bushes and clumps of high grass there were spots of blood on the ground too. This was an encouraging find, as it showed that the animal had been bleeding freely, clear evidence that the wound was not just a superficial graze. The blood itself had mostly dried, except in some very sheltered places. There it was moist enough to be rubbed off by the fingers. However, it was neither thick nor dark enough to suggest that my bullet had penetrated a vital organ, such as a lung. Kush set out very rapidly in a westerly direction, and it was quite obvious she was following a trail that would eventually bring us to the sharp decline in the land, down to the bed of the stream flowing from north to south before it joined the other stream lower down and turned westwards. This stream, before its confluence, is known as the Anekal Vanka

Kush set out very rapidly in a westerly direction(RED), and it was quite obvious she was following a trail that would eventually bring us to the sharp decline in the land, down to the bed of the stream flowing from north to south before it joined the other stream lower down and turned westwards. This stream, before its confluence,(BLACK CIRCLE) is known as the Anekal Vanka(GREEN) The combined streams are called Dodda Halla, which in the Kanarese language literally means the 'Big Gorge'. It has this name because so many sections flow through ravines and gorges as they twist and twine a torturous path past the village of Anchetty


It should be noted that somewhere herein the River bed, there was a swamp or quicksand which is described in another story "The Black Rogue of Moyar Valley". Anderson had a personal experience on the quick sand here. He said, quick sand or bog is rare in south India and he was trapped once at  at a point in the course of 
secret river  above the  village of Anchetty.
3D Vew of the area, Anchetty -Denkanikottai Road(YELLOW).The combined streams are called Dodda Halla,(WHITE) which in the Kanarese language literally means the 'Big Gorge'. It has this name because so many sections flow through ravines and gorges as they twist and twine a torturous path past the village of Anchetty.
Course of  secret river from Anchetty(GREEN ARROW). There the river changes its course abruptly and turns south- wards, past Gundalam, to its eventual junction with the Cauvery River(RED). It is this same stream, the Dodda Halla, that was once the haunt of the man-eating tiger of Jowlagiri, but that is another story. I have explored every section of it, right up to the place where it joins the Cauvery, and have nick- named it the 'Secret River', partly because of the fact that, due to the many miles of rough walking entailed in following its course, few people come that way, and 'it is delightfully lonely and far away from the sight and sound of human beings; also because I have discovered secrets of geological interest along its banks.


Probable area of the progress of trail:The undergrowth was very dense, but to the unerring instinct of Kush this appeared to offer no obstacle. In fact, the trouble lay in keeping up with her. Her small and lithe brown body dodged in and out between bushes and outcrops of 'wait-a-bit' thorn. Our legs, hands and arms were severely lacerated by these thorns because we were moving at a foolish speed in order to keep the bitch in sight, taking no precautions whatever against a sudden attack by the wounded panther if he happened to lie immediately ahead of us
Reaching the streambed: we progressed until we eventually reached the edge of the plateau where the land began to fall away sharply to the bed of the Anekal Vanka stream, which we could see between breaks in the tree-tops below us, the sun glinting on the silvery surface of the water as it meandered from side to side of its sandy bed. The stream itself was three-fourths dry at that time of the year.
3D view of the riverside :As we descended the deep decline vegetation became sparser and the ground became bare and rocky.(RED) Boulders were scattered everywhere, interspersed with tufts of the tough long-bladed lemon-grass. Then we reached a stage where there were only boulders, big and small, and the descent had almost ended(BLUE). This was the high-level mark reached by the waters of the stream when in spate during the monsoon. 
Crossing the stream:with the end of the vegetation, tracking became easy. Drops of tell-tale rusty brown, where blood had fallen from the wounded animal and splashed on the rocks, revealed its passage- Judging from the distance we had come and the quantity of blood that the panther had lost, it appeared to be more severely hurt than I had at first imagined. The wound must have been a deep one and the bullet had probably struck an artery.  The solution was an even greater surprise. At one spot the panther had stepped into his own gore and had left a clear pug-mark on a rock just before he had waded across the stream. The mark had been made by one of the animal's forefeet and its size suggested a panther of only average proportions that was probably male. The blood had been washed off the foot by the time the animal had reached the opposite bank(RED), but the dried drops on the stones and boulders continued. 
Anakkal Vanka Streambed  :We reached the narrow bed of the stream in which the water was still flowing. Here the panther had crouched down to drink, and there were two sets of blood-marks, one nearer to the water's edge than the other. The marks further away indicated more bleeding than those closer. This was curious and it puzzled me greatly at the time, considering I had fired only one shot the night before.
The stream at a slightly lower location, Note the density of undergrowth
After crossing the stream the panther had changed his course and had walked parallel with the edge of the water and along- side it for nearly two hundred yards, then he had turned to the left and begun to climb the opposite incline.(RED) The stones and rocks once more gave way rapidly to vegetation, and again we negotiated thickets of long grass, thorny clumps, small scattered bamboos and trees. Up and up the panther had climbed, and so now did Kush on the trail conducting herself as if she had been specially trained for the job.
 Topography of the location and road  with the hairpin bends: Eventually we came to the road which leads from Denkanikotta to Anchetty(YELLOW) and which intersects the forest on its way downwards to the latter village. We had come out on this road exactly opposite the 9th milestone, which we now saw confronting us at the roadside.
Bing map of the road and  the gorge. Incidentally this was the road on which I had parked my car near the 5th milestone when I had left it .the evening before to walk to Sivanipalli

If you have time please watch a 10 mts  video of the same  road, click here

The waterfall on Anekkal Vanka stream, can be seen from the main road where KA crossed the road. This photo shows how much thick was those bushes
They crossed the road and continued :Many carts had traversed the road during the night and in the earlier hours of that morning, and the scent was completely lost for a moment in the powdery brown dust. But Kush had no difficulty in picking it up on the other side, and we followed behind her. The grass and bamboos gradually gave way to more thorns and more lantana, which tore at our clothing and every part of our anatomy they touched. In places, where the panther had crept beneath the lantana and thorn-bushes, an almost im- penetrable barrier confronted us. There was no way through and there was no way around, leaving no alternative but to follow by creeping on our bellies beneath the bushes. 
Heading to Kundukotta :By this time it was also evident that the wounded animal was heading for a large hill that lay about half a mile behind a hamlet named Kundukottai. This village was situated be-  tween the 7th and 8th milestones on the Denkanikotta- Anchetty Yoad which we had just crossed.

Arial view of Kundukotta Hill 
Kundukotta village and  hill with respect to the road
I felt that my chances of bagging the black panther were becoming very dim indeed. Looking for him amongst those caves would be like searching for the proverbial needle in a haystack.
The scent led up and across the sloping shelf of rock to one of the larger openings that loomed above us.

we plodded along and broke cover below the line of caves where the thorn bushes thinned out and became less numerous owing to shelves of sloping rock, worn glass-smooth by cen- turies of rain water as it ran down from above.
3D view of the hill :The top of the hill was known to hold many caves, both large and small, and what  was worse, the arched roofs of some of the larger caves had been chosen by the big jungle rock-bees as safe and ideal places in which to construct their hives.
KA's description still matters:I had often seen these hives as I had motored along the road to Anchetty on previous occasions. Near its mouth the cave was comparatively large, some twenty feet across by about twenty feet high. Daylight filtered into the interior for some yards, beyond which all was darkness. I counted nine separate bee-hives, all of great size, suspended from the roof of the cave close to the entrance. 
From where we stood we could see the black masses of at least half-a-dozen bee-hives hanging from the roof of the cave, each about a yard long by about two feet wide. The remains of old abandoned hives were scattered here and there amongst them, the wax sticking out from the rock in flattish triangles of a dirty yellow- white colour, perhaps nine inches long.
what was worse, the arched roofs of some of the larger caves had been chosen by the big jungle rock-bees as safe and ideal places in which to construct their hives. The floor was of rock and appeared to be free of the usual dampness associated with such places. No doubt this accounted for the cave being inhabited by the panther— and the bees, too. For these animals and insects, particularly the former, dislike damp places. 

We reached the entrance to the cave where a subdued rust- ling sound was all-pervading. It came from the movements of millions of bees as they crawled in and about the hanging hives above us. There was also a continuous faint droning, that arose from the wings of the busy insects as they flew in from the jungle with honey from the wild flowers, which they would store in the hives, and from those departing on a trip for more.

We stood before the entrance of the cave, where the blood trail, very slight now, was still visible in the form of two tiny dried droplets. They showed that the wounded beast had gone inside.

The little creatures were absorbed in their duties and paid no attention to us, but we realized that if we happened to disturb them, these same little creatures, so unoffending and peaceful now, would pour on to us in a venomous attack like a torrent of black lava and sting us to death in a matter of a few minutes.  After detecting Black panther's presence he fired two bullets at the black panther but at the same time disturbed the bees who subsequently attacked on him.KA describes the attack of bees as, the bees fell upon me as an avalanche.

Anderson's final lap  to the car after shooting the black panther, and escaping from bees.