4 A TIGER AND FEVER DEN. 



Captain Arthur Munro, of Fowlis Castle, Ross-shire, 

 N.B., who, I am grieved to say, has lately been 

 called to his last parade. The following is the 

 story : 



" Mr. Munro, son of Sir Hector Munro, was killed 

 by a tiger on Saugar Island. He went on shore on 

 the island to shoot deer, of which the party saw in- 

 numerable tracks, as well as those of tigers, notwith- 

 standing we continued our diversion till nearly three 

 o'clock. When sitting down by the side of a jungle 

 to refresh ourselves, a roar like thunder was heard, and 

 an immense tiger seized Mr. Munro, and rushed again 

 into the jungle, dragging him through the thickest 

 bushes and trees, everything giving way to its enor- 

 mous strength ; a tigress accompanied its progress. 

 The united agonies of horror, regret, and fear rushed at 

 once upon us all. I fired on the tiger, he seemed 

 agitated (?) ; a companion fired also, and in a few 

 moments our unfortunate friend came up to us, bathed 

 in blood. Every medical assistance was vain, and he 

 expired in twenty-four hours, having received such 

 deep wounds from the teeth and claws of the animal 

 as rendered his recovery hopeless. A large fire, con- 

 sisting of ten or twelve trees, was blazing by us at the 

 time this accident took place, and ten or more of the 

 natives were with us. We had hardly pushed our 

 boat from that accursed shore, when the tigress made 

 her appearance, almost raging mad, and remained 

 on the sand all the while that we continued in 

 sight." 



Altogether I fear that the Sunderbunds will afford 

 little sport, but an abundance of danger. The last 

 without the former is scarcely attractive enough for 

 any but an enthusiast, and even such a person, when 

 he remembers the probable fever that will certainly 

 await him, will pronounce the verdict that " the game 

 is not worth the candle." However, it is worthy of 

 note, in fact remarkable, that indigenous wild game 



