100 HOW I KILLED THE TIGER. 



Men who, hitherto, would have turned away from 

 a story of bullocks killed by hail, with a " credat 

 Judaeus" smile and shrug of the shoulder, will now 

 tell a similar tale ; for though no bullocks were 

 killed, a monkey was; and three human beings 

 were knocked down. Birds were destroyed, trees 

 barked, and houses unroofed. Such was the storm 

 of the nth May, and it forms an epoch in the 

 meteorological history of Nynee Tal ; for though 

 hail is common enough here in the hot weather, no 

 stones (during the ten years that Sir W. Richards 

 has kept a register) of any size have ever fallen, 

 except once, and then they were only two-and-a- 

 half inches in circumference. Hail stones, as large 

 as pigeons' eggs and turkeys' eggs, have often fallen 

 in various parts of the world ; but, perhaps, the 

 severest storm of any recorded (and to which that 

 at Nynee Tal is a parallel) was one which occurred 

 in Hertfordshire in 1697, and which was mentioned 

 in the " Philosophical Transactions" for that year. 

 The relater says : " I was walking in my garden, 

 which is very small, about three hundred yards 

 square, and before I could get out, it took me to 

 my knees, and was through my house before I could 

 get in; went through all like a sea, carrying all 

 wooden things like boats upon the water, the greatest 

 part of the town being under this misfortune. The 

 stones measured from one to fourteen inches about." 



