3 2 Incidents of Foreign Field Sport. 



failure the natives advanced in a compact body. Man- 

 eaters, indeed any tigers, are not to be dreaded when 

 a lot of people act together and present an unbroken 

 front, while the din the Karens made was enough to 

 frighten the old gentleman himself. They were still 

 only about half way between the starting point and 

 us, when, without a rustle even, a brindled body 

 bounded forward as if from a catapult, and lit between 

 us, on the debris hanging over the trunk, which, 

 being more rotten than we thought, cracked in two, 

 and fell with a great crash into the bed of the ravine. 

 Over we all tumbled, luckily clear of the fallen mass, 

 which was of no mean weight. I rolled over and 

 over, until I was some way off fortunately retaining 

 hold of my rifle then recovered my feet. Mong-Oo 

 was on the opposite bank yelling to me to fire. What 

 at ? I could see nothing but a cloud of dust, but 

 hearing sundry " aughs " and deep groans, I looked 

 towards where we had been sitting, and under the 

 fallen tree I could see a tail flourishing and a part of a 

 brindled body struggling violently in its endeavours 

 to extricate itself. Not if I know it, thought I, and 

 stepping up quickly, I put a couple of balls in just 

 behind the jaw, at the junction of the neck, for the 

 animal, a tiger, was on its back, all four feet in the 

 air, and the log resting across its body. While 

 mechanically I reloaded my rifle not that I thought 

 it would be required, but out of sheer habit Mong-Oo 

 advanced to pick up the 'kerchief which had done 

 duty for a turban, and had fallen off in the 

 scrimmage. A very slight movement in the grass 

 caught his eye. He hesitated held up his hand as a 

 warning. In a moment I was behind him, capped 



