A Hyrcan Tiger 251 



blood spoor, it was like looking for a needle in 

 a haystack. We got far down to the water, 

 explored up and down the stream, all to no good ; 

 in fact, lost him. And yet I still believe that 

 tiger was dead within a mile of us. He was a 

 very fine beast, bigger I think than the first one. 

 So dog-tired, very disgusted, clothing torn, wet 

 with sweat from the most arduous of combina- 

 tions, steep slopes and dense undergrowth, we 

 crawled back to camp just as it began to rain 

 in torrents, and put a stopper for ever on any 

 idea of renewing the search on the morrow. 



