BULLET AND SHOT 



had grazed a green stem on its way to the tiger, 

 who, however, had evidently gone off severely 

 wounded. 



I returned to camp, and wrote at once to Govern- 

 ment requesting three days' casual leave, during 

 which I hoped to bring the wounded beast to bag. 



I had two dogs in camp with me, one of which, 

 "Carlo" by name, was a nondescript animal, re- 

 garding whose origin, and the number of breeds 

 contributing to whose composition, it would have 

 puzzled the doggiest man alive to form even the 

 faintest opinion. He was formerly the property 

 of an Ootacamund native shikarrie, and had been 

 much used in sport on the Nilgiri hills. He was 

 kindly procured for, and presented to me by Mr. 

 (now Colonel) N. C, the hero of the boxing 

 match with the wounded bull bison which is else- 

 where related. " Carlo " was a capital dog out 

 shooting, in spite of his having lost an eye before 

 he came into my possession whether by the horn 

 of a sambur stag, or by the quill of a porcupine, 

 I never learnt. My other dog, or rather bitch, 

 was a novice who rejoiced in the name of " Puppy," 

 and she too was a mongrel, with a predominating 

 touch of fox terrier in her. 



Next morning, accompanied by a good many 

 men and by my two dogs, I set out to follow up 

 the wounded tiger. We proceeded to the spot 

 where he had been wounded, and followed up the 

 blood trail, which led through terribly thick stuff, 

 in which the danger was extreme, the advance 

 being of course proportionately slow and cautious. 



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