loS HOW I KILLED THE TIGER. 



peoples, and its fauna and flora. There are, incidentally, one 

 or two ' snake stories, 1 but no book about India would be 

 complete without them. The book is published for the benefit 

 of boys, and it is chiefly boys of another class who would read 

 it with interest. Christmas is coming, and we gladly recom- 

 mend it as a gift book." 



DAILY CHRONICLE. "This little book has a ' way with it,' 

 like Father O'Flynn. It is a good and real tiger story, told in 

 the interest of the Volunteer movement. The author, Colonel 

 Sheffield, commands the ist Cadet Battalion Royal Fusiliers 

 which has its headquarters in Hampstead. He has written the 

 book in order to raise funds for the headquarters buildings, 

 and for the maintenance of the battalion. That is a capital 

 reason why people should read it, and, moreover, they are not 

 likely to be disappointed with the tiger story. The incident 

 Colonel Sheffield uses a mild word for a throbbing experience 

 took place at Palaspai, Midnapore, India. He had been a 

 great hunter of big game ; this affair dramatically rounded off 

 his career in that respect and came very near to closing it 

 altogether. He had been out shooting birds with an old fowling- 

 piece, when a native came and asked if ' I would shoot a tiger, 

 which he said was couched in a mulberry field about a mile 

 distant.' Colonel Sheffield fancied it would prove to be a 

 leopard, but he whittled down two explosive bullets which he 

 had, so they might go into the fowling-piece, and went in 

 search of the beast. . . . ' I saw within thirty yards of me 



a magnificent Royal Bengal tiger I took steady aim 



behind his shoulder . . . The cap missed fire . . . The second 

 cap also missed fire.' This was getting lively and uncertain . . . 

 The Colonel primed the nipples of the gun and recapped. The 

 opportunity was not to be lost ... So he went at him again. 

 1 1 took steady aim at the same spot and fired. Instantly the 

 tiger was on his hind legs and uttering a terrific roar.' .... 

 Colonel Sheffield fired at the animal, but as ill-luck would have 

 it the cap again merely snapped. ' The next second he was 

 on me.' . . . Now for some minutes there ensued a desperate 

 struggle. ... A long illness followed this exciting encounter with 

 a Bengal tiger, which measured ' ten and a half feet from the tip 

 of the nose to the tip of the tail.' " 



UNITED SERVICE GAZETTE." Those who buy the book 

 before us will not only have the gratification of perusing an 

 exciting adventure, graphically described, but also of contributing 

 at the same time towards a fund well deserving of support. 

 The author, who commands the ist Cadet Battalion Royal 

 Fusiliers (City of London Regiment), is desirous of raising 

 funds for the headquarters buildings of his battalion and for 

 maintaining the corps, and proposes to devote the profits on 

 the sale of the book exclusively to these objects. Besides the 

 story of how the author killed his tiger although it seems to 

 have been a toss up whether the position was not reversed and 

 the tiger killed his man we are also given some wisely selected 

 general information about India about the aborigines, the religion, 

 state and mode of agriculture, mammalia, reptile kingdom, etc., 

 all of which cannot but be read with interest. As Colonel 

 Sheffield remarks in his introduction : ' Our Indian Empire is 

 unique ; no other European Power can boast of anything at all 



