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mistaken. During this adventure both Francis and the lascar 

 had stood by me, but I could see they did not like it, and 

 small blame to them. We found the goat only half eaten, so 

 I sent for the ladder and got up into a tree and watched from 

 12.30 to 6, but though we were very quiet, the brute was 

 cowed, and he never came back to finish his meal. 



Another adventure with a tiger is worth recording. In 

 February, 1867, I was coming home by the bed of a stream, 

 the hills on each side being very precipitous and rocky ; at 

 one place there was only a narrow ledge for nearly a hundred 

 yards, and I was just about to proceed along this when 

 my shikarie pointed to a tiger at the further end of the 

 precipitous rocks ; he was about a hundred and fifty yards off 

 and standing broadside on, with his head up, looking across 

 the ravine and away from me. I had the carbine in my hand, 

 took a steady aim and let drive ; there was a deal of dust 

 and the tiger appeared to twist himself round as if biting at 

 the wound, the next moment he came tearing, tail on end, 

 straight at us along the narrow track. I took the spare rifle 

 from Francis and hastened up the hill so as to be above him ; 

 Francis and Muriam instead of following me with the other 

 rifles, bolted straight away over the rocks, right in the tiger's 

 line, to a rhododendron tree and some scanty bushes about 

 fifty yards below. The tiger did not take long getting over 

 the hundred and twenty yards. I had only got a short way 

 up and had wheeled round ready for action, when his head 

 appeared about twenty yards below me ; he stopped to look 

 at me and gave two or three nasty puffy snarls and then 

 dashed away down the hill at speed. I now might have had 

 a splendid shot, but he was making straight for the tree 

 behind where I saw the men squatting, and actually passed 



