2 2 Incidents of Foreign Field Sport. 



killed more by the wounds inflicted on him by his 

 antagonist than by the bullet one of us had given 

 him. As we could find no trace of the servant, we 

 thought the other tiger must have carried him off and 

 so in all probability he was dead. At daybreak we 

 moved off under the guidance of a native, and about 

 two o'clock overtook C. We then went on to Buddre- 

 chellum, had rare sport with gaur and sambur, 

 but got no more tigers. I had been probably a 

 couple of months at headquarters, when one 

 day a decrepit, half-naked old man, almost 

 bent double, walked on to my verandah and 

 clasped my feet, rubbing his head on them and 

 blubbering violently. I thought some one had 

 maltreated him. " Who are you ? " I asked, I fear in 

 no gentle tones. " Get out, or I'll set Bob " (an ugly 

 bull terrier of mine) " at you." " Oh !" cried the poor 

 wretch, " master not know me ? " " Never saw you 

 in my life, and hope never to see you again. Get out ! 

 Here, Bob, seize him ! " The man, still on his knees 

 cringing, showed no fear of the dog, and the beast, 

 contrary to his custom for he disliked strange 

 natives and was apt to go for them went up to the 

 unknown and instead of seizing him, began to lick his 

 face and otherwise to fawn upon him. " See, master," 

 cried the fellow, " Bob know me. I Eamasawmy, 

 master's maty boy." I burst out laughing. " Why 

 you vile old impostor," said I, " Eamasawmy was 

 about twenty-four, and has been dead these three 

 months, whilst you are seventy, at least." " Sahib," 

 said the mendicant, for he looked like one if ever a 

 man did, " I Ramasawmy. Tiger done eat me up. I 

 then come back to life. I live in jungle many days 



