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but first I sent a man up, intending to hand him 

 one of my guns and climb up after him. Hardly, 

 however, had he got well up the tree when 

 Stripes came charging at us again, and this time 

 I made up my mind to give it her. She did just 

 the same as before, coming close up and swinging 

 round and running back, so I up with my -577 

 and took a snap-shot, and saw her heave to one 

 side, and the fellow up the tree swore she rolled 

 over. Anyway, we found blood and followed up, 

 and having presently fixed her position, I got 

 up a tree overlooking the place where she lay, 

 which I could tell by occasional shaking of the 

 undergrowth, and gave her a right and left. She 

 moved on after each shot, so I went to another 

 place and finished her with a right and left of my 

 " Ubique." 



We then went back to the nursery and caught 

 her three cubs alive. I should say they were 

 about three weeks old, eyes open, but no teeth ; 

 their claws, though, were very sharp, as my 

 hands could testify when feeding them. 



This tigress had a much finer and longer set 

 of teeth than the one shot in April. 



On Saturday, 26th August, I could not resist 

 the temptation to try my luck again, so packed, 

 and was off to the same hut as before, but this 

 time it had been re-thatched, so no fear of leak- 

 ages to damp my ardour. 



En route down the ghat I saw a fine old bull 

 bison lying in the grass enjoying a siesta ; if 

 only he had stayed there I would almost certainly 

 have bagged him, but, as it was, before I could get 

 within shot, he had got up and was moving off, 



