lol Leaves from an Indian Jungle. 



usually bagged there without much difficulty. Sometimes 

 it would be one's fortune to come across a tiger and shoot 

 him practically single-handed, without the aid of an army of 

 beaters ; or the beast might be found on or near his "kill" 

 by the energetic sportsman who had taken the trouble to 

 personally visit his baits in the very early morning. 



Such bits of sport when they come are very welcome ; 

 and there is a freshness about them that is often absent 

 from the stereotyped tiger-beat. 



On this particular morning, it will be remembered, we 

 had left the herd of spotted deer near ^ipalda, and con- 

 tinued our ramble to examine the buffalo-calves tied out 

 overnight. 



And so we pass on down-stream, towards the spot where 

 our first he la was left yesterday evening to await his fate. 

 Round that corner, and under that banyan tree, was it 

 not ? Yes. There he Is, regarding us in the distance with a 

 bubaline stare. The poor little beast emits a little grunting 

 squeak of welcome as he sees us approaching. The pile of 

 fodder placed at his disposal last night has nearly disap* 

 peared, so he has not lacked occupation. One of the men 

 unlooses the cords round his fetlock, and drives him off in 

 the direction of the nearest pool, while we continue on 

 our way. 



A few hundred yards further on we stop. Look at 

 that ! the fresh and deeply indented four toes and a pad 

 of a tiger. A big one, too I He came off the bank there, 

 and down on to the sand. His tracks are seen leading 

 far along the river-bed in a long dotted line ; and we fol- 

 low them. Capricious beast, he walked now in the centre, 

 now under the high bank, now over a soft mound of shingle, 

 leaving great shallow depressions in it, or, on favourable 

 soil, the clearly-impressed square " pug " of the big male. 



