160 WILD LIFE IN NORTH CANARA. 



a keen sportsman and as fine a fellow 

 as ever stepped, told me that when 

 elk- stalking in the same neighbourhood 

 (possibly in the same spot), he had 

 seen from the hill a large animal 

 moving in the grass, which he took 

 to be an elk, and which he proceeded 

 to stalk much as I had done. He 

 too crawled through the long grass 

 and raised his head as he drew near 

 his game, and then saw in front of 

 him no elk, but the great round face 

 of a tiger. He only had with him a 

 light single-barrelled rifle, and it would 

 have been madness to fire; so he at 

 once dropped and drew quietly back- 

 wards. "I thought the brute would 

 hear my heart beating, it made such 

 a row," he told me. His friend watch- 



