TIGER (THE DOG) AND THE WOUNDED IBEX. 12 1 



moment he had caught sight of me, heard the ball 

 strike him and then fired the other barrel at another large 

 fellow as he went away, but missed him. I immediately took 

 the light rifle, fired again at him, and hearing the hit dis- 

 tinctly, I fired the second barrel at a third buck as he dashed 

 up the opposite spur of the hill, but the ball struck close 

 along side of him. The shikarie said if any were hit I 

 should find them lying down further on, as a wounded ibex 

 never goes far ; sure enough a few yards further on I saw 

 him lying on a rock ; he got up before I could shoot and 

 ran into a shola close at hand, a sure sign of being hard hit, 

 as ibex never enter the woods if they can help it. 



As soon as Brine came up we had a search for him, but 

 it being sunset and getting dark we gave it up and turned 

 homewards, intending to look for him on the morrow. The 

 next morning we started a little before eight with all the 

 coolies and Brine's three dogs to look in the shola for my 

 wounded ibex. After beating for some time we heard his 

 dog Tiger baying at something ; from the noise we thought 

 it must be a bear or a tiger, but in about five minutes out 

 rushed the ibex with the dog after him. Brine fired but the 

 ball passed in and out of the skin on the back without 

 injuring the spine. As soon as he got to the top of the 

 hill he turned to bay, rearing and butting at the dog like an 

 old billy goat and keeping Mr. Tiger at a very respect- 

 able distance. I ran up the hill and put a ball into him, but 

 it did not stop him ; again and again he came to bay, when 

 another ball through the shoulders rolled him over and over 

 down the hill : a noble animal of immense size ; he was thirty- 

 nine and a half inches (three feet three and a half inches) at 

 the shoulder ; my shot yesterday had struck him too far back, 



