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shot. The heavy ball crashed through her skull, and the 

 tigress fell heels over head, and lay dead below us. 



A wah! wah! of approbation came from my men, who 

 had witnessed the shot, and peace flowed into my soul as I 

 proceeded to reload. Dhokul took matters very coolly, and 

 remarked that his " kismet " was in the ascendant, but he also 

 added that the tiger just slain was not that at which he had 

 fired, and which he was certain was too badly wounded to 

 have charged in that style. He therefore went off, and this 

 time succeeded in stopping the beaters and bringing up the 

 elephant. We at once mounted, and, on pushing into the 

 covert, came on the wounded beast. It also was a tigress, but 

 very old and light in colour. She immediately charged, but 

 was stopped before she could do mischief. Thus ended the 

 day's sport, and we had good reason to congratulate ourselves 

 on its result, for we had bagged four fine tigers. 



We had enough to do on the morning cleaning and pegging 

 out the skins. Though we halted at this place on the two 

 following days we heard of no more tigers, and accordingly 

 moved north-west to the Anas river, where we encamped on 

 the right bank of the stream. A rough tree-jungle, cut up with 

 ravines, stretched away on all sides, and about a mile below 

 our tents rose an abrupt hill, having its summit scarped with 

 white quartz rocks, while the base was fringed with bamboos 

 and other jungle. At the southern end of this hill was a 

 small ravine, and at its entrance a buffalo, which had been 

 tied up, was killed and partially eaten two days after our 

 arrival. We posted ourselves in trees on the slope of the 

 south end of the hill, and sent our men round to drive the 

 ravine down towards us. 



We had not been long at our stations before I saw a very 

 large male tiger coming stealthily up towards me through a 



