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and was going away. I rose also, and found my 

 left arm was hanging helpless. Now the tiger 

 turned very suddenly, and it looked as if he was 

 going to renew the attack. I still had a kick 

 left in me, and was fully determined to make a 

 hard fight for it (Plate n). The tiger passed 

 close to me, almost touching me in fact, and 

 made for the mulberry field. At that instant I 

 caught sight of my friend trying to get on a 

 small mound at the foot of a cocoa-nut tree. 

 Fright had so affected him that his legs seemed 

 to refuse their office. The sight struck me as so 

 ridiculous that in spite of my desperate condition, 

 I could not help bursting into a laugh. I noticed 

 a spot of blood behind the tiger's shoulder, and 

 as he went over the pogah he fell (Plate 12) but 

 managed to drag himself to the very spot where 

 I had shot him. I congratulated myself that I 

 had damaged him equally as much as he had 

 damaged me. I walked off to a small mound 

 and sat down. The reaction now came on, and 

 produced a profuse perspiration. I was soon 

 weltering in blood, too, from the bite through 

 my shoulder and the claw wounds in various parts 

 of my body (Plate 13). About two minutes after 

 the tiger had returned to the spot where I shot 

 him, the man up the cocoa-nut tree bawled out 

 the welcome news that my enemy was dead. I 



