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When he first appeared, the Bheels were up the trees in an 

 instant, but came down when they saw him fall, and assisted 

 us to ascend the rock. This we did one at a time, the other 

 keeping guard in case of accidents. The tiger, though 

 disabled, was very savage, and had plenty of life in him, and 

 crunched the underwood savagely. After some time we gave 

 him his quietus, and carried him home to the camp. He was 

 no doubt the same beast that had dodged us so cleverly at 

 the well, but we had checkmated him this time. From his 

 boldness he had long being the terror of the village, though 

 we did not hear that he had killed any one. 



After this exploit we returned to Baroda, and soon after I 

 joined some friends in a three days' pic-nic to Dubka, on the 

 Mhye river, where the Guicowar, who rules the country, has a 

 preserve well stocked with antelope and wild hogs. Besides 

 myself, there was only one of our party endowed with sporting 

 tendencies, and his forte was more in the saddle than with 

 the rifle. The Guicowar had given us permission to hunt, 

 but had requested that no firing might be allowed in the pre- 

 serve. We, therefore, encamped at some distance, and made 

 preparations for an early start. 



My companion was well mounted on a valuable Arab. I 

 had only a rough but strong Deccan pony, so did not expect to 

 take a very active part in the morning's work. The beaters 

 had been sent round to drive, and as we rode through some 

 thin cypress jungle, on our way to the point where we were to 

 take up our position, we saw a huge boar returning to his covert 

 from the open country where he had been feeding during the 

 night. As we wished to get him as far as possible into the 

 open ground before riding at him, we cantered ahead, and 

 getting between him and the jungle, shouted, and turned him 

 back. We slowly followed, keeping about a hundred yards 



