9 2 Leaves from an Indian Jungle. 



Turning silently, to the men I motioned the Korkus back, 

 tipped a wink to Abbas Khan, and took the little white 

 patch under the forearm. Over the smoke a huge tawny 

 form rose up, looked in our direction, and then all was a 

 chaos of gleaming teeth, viciously laid back ears, and fly- 

 ing leaves, as we darted behind a thick tree. Round he 

 came ; rolling, falling, rising, doing his best to get at us, 

 when another bullet caught him in the back and all was 

 over. 



When the shivering Korkus had come off their trees, 

 we turned the tiger over, and saw that last night's bullet 

 had struck full in the chest, but, owing to my raised 

 position, had merely run along not far below the skin. 

 It was subsequently found lodged below the stomach. To 

 my surprise he measured nine feet as he lay. 



An hour later, as I passed slowly up the precipitous spur 

 leading to the plateau and camp, and took a breather ere 

 climbing the little mural precipice which skirts the flat 

 tops of these hills, my eye fell with grateful recollections 

 on the glint of the little pool, now a thousand feet below 

 in the yet dark glen, which had afforded me one of the 

 pleasantest nights of my life. 



