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Leaving a few villagers to carry home the dead man, we 

 moved into some grass jungle, having previously posted men 

 in different directions on high trees, with orders to keep a 

 good look-out. The adjutant was on the left, the doctor in 

 the centre, and I was on the right of the line. We had not 

 gone far before the tiger, a very large male, rose from a small 

 watercourse about sixty yards on my right front, and bounded 

 up the opposite bank. He was too far off to allow of my 

 shooting with certainty, therefore, trusting that he would lie 

 up in the next thicket, I reserved my fire. The doctor, how- 

 ever, had caught sight of him, and, greatly excited, at once 

 loosed his piece. I saw the shots strike the ground wide of 

 the tiger, who increased his pace, and went off giving a few 

 angry growls. We followed him up at once, and again I 

 implored my companions not to fire unless they were certain 

 that they could do so with good effect. 



Half-a-mile farther on we again started the tiger this 

 time he was within a fair range of the doctor, who, however, 

 missed him, and we feared that even my wonted good luck 

 would not give us another chance. But the sun was now high 

 and powerful, and as we knew that there was no strong 

 covert within several miles, we followed on in the direction 

 which the tiger had taken. About a mile ahead we came up 

 to one of our scouts on a tree, who reported that the tiger 

 had entered the bushes which fringed the edge of a small dry 

 nullah running out into the plain. Quietly forming up the 

 three elephants in line, we moved slowly on, and soon after 

 saw the tiger going off about eighty yards before us. As 

 he seemed thoroughly scared, I deemed it prudent this time 

 to fire, on the chance of wounding him. The doctor also 

 fired at the same moment, and the tiger lurched heavily to one 

 side and disappeared among the bushes. I had just taken up 



