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a breech-loading rifle I might have shot him ten times over, 

 and possibly, as he was coming on, I might have reloaded that 

 which I had, but I knew that any movement on our part would 

 probably make him charge, and we were too near the ground 

 to make such a contingency desirable. 



All might have yet gone well had the man kept quiet. In 

 an evil moment he spoke, saying that the tiger was below us, 

 The beast looked up, caught sight of us, and at once sprang 

 up the tree. Getting a momentary hold for his claws on the 

 trunk, he seized Foorsut by the waistband with his teeth and 

 dragged him down, and as he fell, bit him three times through 

 the back of the thigh, inflicting twelve deep wounds. I 

 shouted loudly, and hurled my hunting-cap at the tiger, on 

 which he slunk off and went down the hill. Presently the 

 men came up, and we made a litter of boughs and sent the 

 wounded man off to the camp, where he was attended to by 

 the native apothecary who always accompanied my office. I 

 mounted the elephant along with Mr. MacTier, and we pre- 

 sently came on the tiger, at which I fired, and on going up 

 found him dead. I believe he had died from the first shot. 

 He was a full-grown male, very large and heavy. 



The wounded man progressed favourably, and the bone of 

 the leg seemed uninjured. He was doing well on the follow- 

 ing day ; but on the morning of the second we observed a 

 slight twitching of the points of the fingers. Towards 3 P.M. 

 he fell off suddenly, and by 4 he was dead. This was a sad 

 termination to what had been a brief but successful "chasse" 

 my bag, during the trip, consisting of seven tigers, a panther, 

 and a bear. 



