THE TIGER AND WILD BOAR. 1 95 



drakes along her loins. The first shot had broken her right 

 arm near the elbow, the killing shot had taken her in the 

 centre of the neck an inch or two above the shoulder. I 

 made her as she lay without stretching eight feet two inches 

 in length, and three feet two inches at the shoulder. The 

 party had evidently consisted of an old tigress and her 

 nearly full grown children. Got home very tired but uncom- 

 monly well satisfied with my day's sport. 



On April 13th, 1863, I received a letter from Brooke 

 telling me of an extraordinary adventure. A large solitary 

 boar had been seen and Brooke had been looking after him ; 

 late in the evening he met Brine who had been looking out 

 in another direction and who told him that he had come 

 across the old boar face to face in the jungle, but the boar 

 had bolted before he could get a shot and made for the very 

 corner where they were then standing. Just as he had said 

 these words a tremendous grunting was heard and from the 

 shola out bolted the old boar bristling and savage ; Brooke 

 was about to raise his rifle when a growl like thunder 

 stopped him and a grand tiger with one spring cleared the 

 nullah and with another lit on the back of the old boar; "such 

 a battle then took place, the growls of the tiger, the grunts 

 of the pig and later, the squeals of the 'sulky one,' made 

 me believe myself in another world. I thought of nothing 

 but killing one or both, so as they were rolling over and 

 over about fifty yards from me on the open hill side, I let fly 

 both barrels ; for a second or two the noise went on, and then 

 the tiger jumped off and the boar struggled into the nullah 

 close by. The tiger pulled up and coolly stared at us. 

 Brine took a steady aim, fired, and I believed missed ; the 

 tiger still looked at us without moving ; but his courage 



