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comparable with it.' Yet few, except those who have visited it, 

 really know much about it. It is, therefore, one of the merits 

 of the book that, while affording amusement by the perusal of 

 adventures, it at the same time adds materially to our stock 

 of knowledge of a most important part of our great Empire." 



FIELD. " For the purpose of erecting buildings for the ist 

 Cadet Battalion of the Royal Fusiliers (City of London 

 Regiment) a freehold site has been acquired at a cost of 

 2,000 and presented to the battalion . . . and the cost of 

 the buildings has now to be considered. In furtherance of 

 this object Lieut. -Colonel Sheffield has hit upon the novel 

 expedient of raising funds by the sale of a book which he 

 has written detailing his experience with a tiger in India 

 ('How I Killed the Tiger'). . . . The narrative is a thrilling 

 one, for the author, having been badly mauled, as nearly as 

 possible lost his life. In consequence of a misfire he failed 

 to stop the tiger as it charged, and in another instant ' felt 

 his teeth crunch into the flesh.' He fell with the tiger on 

 the top of him, its mouth touching his face, and understood 

 how a mouse feels when clutched by a cat. Fortunately, 

 after flooring him, the tiger walked away a few yards, and 

 fell, to die from the effects of the author's first shot. It was 

 a narrow escape, never to be forgotten, and as the gallant 

 officer was forty miles from the nearest station where medical 

 aid could be procured, it was marvellous that he did not 

 succumb before a surgeon could be found. As it was, his 

 wounds suppurated, and, an abscess having formed, a serious 

 operation was necessary. A robust constitution and pluck 

 fortunately pulled him through, and he has lived to tell the 

 tale which he has now published. . . The book has been 

 written with a praiseworthy object, and we wish it all the success 

 which it deserves." 



DAILY NEWS. "And now for the story. It is certainly 

 worth the telling . . . The tiger mauled the Colonel and 

 the Colonel turned the tiger's inside into 'a jelly' . . . Colonel 

 Sheffield is the only ' shikari ' we have ever heard of who 

 killed a tiger with a foxvling-piece. Perhaps he might not 

 have tried it had he felt sure that the beast the villagers 

 told him of was a tiger and not a leopard though, of course, 

 one would hesitate before attacking a leopard with small shot 

 for birds. Our shikari, however, found he had 'two explosive 

 bullets' in his pouch, so went on the prowl. And the tiger 

 whom he saw, and who was quietly watching his approach, 

 was one of the most magnificent creatures in the Bengal 

 jungle. The shikari aimed ... It was months before Colonel 

 Sheffield recovered from his terrible wounds. The adventure 

 was an illustration of the wonderful vitality of the cat tribe. 

 The tiger's inside must have been torn into shreds when he 

 charged the huntsman. About the same period, in Assam, a 

 tiger, shot through the heart, leaped a stream twenty feet 

 wide, and killed the shooter. Colonel Sheffield corrects the 

 common impression that a tiger always leaps when he 

 charges . . . Colonel Sheffield is careful to explain to his 

 readers that he killed his tiger not merely for the sake of 

 killing. . . Many hundreds of natives are killed by tigers 



