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kers, and claws of the tigress bad been previously 

 thrown. 



To show our respect to the memory of the she- 

 karry who had come to such an unfortunate end, 

 we all attended, and, at the request of the gang, 

 three volleys were fired over his grave. Strange to 

 say, that hardly had the echoes of the last report 

 died away, rumbling amongst the hills, than the 

 roaring of another tiger was distinctly heard several 

 times. 



Whilst the grave was being filled in, many of the 

 gang were much affected, but not a word was uttered 

 by any except Chineah, who, with his eyes still 

 streaming with tears for the loss of his companion, 

 pronounced the following oration : — " Bold utcha 

 Sheka7'ry tha, lakin murgia, kya kurna ? Nusseeh 

 hy." (He was a very good Shekarry, but he is dead 

 — what can we do? It is his fate.) Then each 

 man fetching a large stone, placed it reverentially 

 over the grave, so as to form a kind of cairn, and 

 making salaam to both of U3, returned to the hut, 

 we following with heavy hearts. As it still wanted 

 some hours to dawn, we turned into bed ; but that 

 fearful death-shriek still rang in my ears, and, al- 

 though tired and weary, I could not sleep. 



