174 A JUNGLE RECOLLECTION. 



him in the shoulder, producing a severe but not a 

 mortal wound. Such a perfect incarnation of fero- 

 city and baffled rage as he now presented I never 

 before beheld. His eyes gleamed with a malignant 

 green light, his whiskered lips were drawn up 

 revealing the long white tusks, and lending to his 

 enormous head an indescribably savage expression. 

 Finding his efforts to reach me vain he crouched for 

 a few moments ; then roused to madness by the pain 

 of his wounds, he rushed on with redoubled fierceness, 

 bit the trunk of the tree, and furrowed it with his 

 claws. At last I succeeded in planting a ball in the 

 mortal spot behind his shoulder; uttering an ex- 

 piring roar, he rolled over biting and tearing at 

 everything within his reach. In a moment or two 

 his struggles grew fainter, he stretched out his 

 muscular limbs to their full extent, a convulsive 

 tremor passed over his huge frame, blood gushed 

 from his mouth, and the monster lay motionless in 

 death. I at first intended to examine my noble 

 quarry, but remembering that the tigress had 

 vanished in the jungle but a short time previously, 

 and hearing another tiger roaring in the distance, 

 I thought it more prudent to remain where I was 

 during the night ; so rolling myself up in my 

 blanket I slept soundly till dawn, when I descended 

 and had a good look at the bodies. The smaller 

 tiger had his throat torn completely open, and 



