American Big Game in its Haunts 



his back. He could not move his hind legs, but 

 stood up on his front paws. Approaching closer, 

 we shot him in a vital spot. 



The natives consider the death of a tiger cause 

 for general rejoicing, and forming a triumphal 

 procession amid a turmoil such as only Indian 

 beaters can make, they carried the dead tiger to 

 camp. 



One morning word was brought to our camp, 

 at a place called Bernara, that a tiger had 

 killed a buffalo, some seven miles away. The 

 natives had built a bamboo platform, called 

 machan, in a tree by the kill, and we stationed 

 ourselves on this in the late afternoon. Con- 

 trary to custom, the tiger did not come back to 

 his kill until after the sun had set. The night 

 was cloudy and very dark, and although several 

 times we distinctly heard the tiger eating the buf- 

 falo, we could not see it. At about midnight we 

 were extremely stiff, and not hearing any sound, 

 we returned to our temporary camp; but on the 

 advice of an old shikari I returned with him to 

 the machan to wait until daylight. Being tired, 

 I fell asleep, but an hour before dawn the Hindu 

 woke me, as the clouds had cleared away and the 

 moon was shining brightly. I heard a munching 

 sound, and could dimly discern a yellow form by 



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