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with two elephants, and arrived at the spot about eight o'clock. 

 The man had been struck down where a small ravine leading 

 down to the Moran crosses a lonely pathway a few miles east of 

 Le\ The shoulder stick with its pendent baskets, in which the 

 holy water from his place of pilgrimage had been carried by the 

 hapless man, were lying on the ground in a dried-up pool of 

 blood ; and shreds of his clothes acihered to the bushes where 

 he had been dragged down into the bed of the nala\ We 

 tracked the man-eater and his prey into a very thick grass 

 cover, alive with spotted deer, where he had broken up and 

 devoured the greater part of the body. Some bones and 

 shreds of flesh, and the skull, hands, and feet, were all that 

 remained. This tiger never returned to his victim a second 

 time, so it was useless to found any scheme for killing him on 

 that expectation. We took up his tracks from the body, and 

 carried them patiently down through very dense jungle to the 

 banks of the M6ran, the trackers working in fear and tremb- 

 ling under the trunk of my elephant, and covered by my 

 rifle at full cock. At the river the tracks went out to a long 

 spit of sand that projected into the water, where the tiger had 

 drunk, and then returned to a great mass of piled-up rocks 

 at the bottom of a precipitous bank, full of caverns and 

 recesses. This we searched with stones and some fireworks I 

 had in the howdah ; but put out nothing but a scraggy hyena, 

 which was of course allowed to escape. We searched about 

 all day here in vain, and it was not till nearly sunset that I 

 turned and made for camp. 



It was almost dusk, when we were a few miles from home, 

 passing along the road we had marched by the former day 

 and the same by which we had come out in the morning, when 

 one of the men who was walking behind the elephant started and 

 called a halt He had seen the footprint of a tiger. The elephant's 



