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tigress lay down and began to chew both arms. 

 PhilHps had no weapon, and tried at each bite to 

 get his arm free, keeping as far from the tigress as 

 possible. Meanwhile, a Bhil climbed out of his tree, 

 stalked to within ten yards, unknown to either 

 combatant, and shot the tigress with an arrow. 

 The tigress dropped the man to bite at the arrow. 

 P. got away, being struck at and missed by the 

 tigress, who, however, did not follow him, got his 

 rifle, and putting the muzzle against her side finished 

 her off, dead or alive. 



The Bhil, who, it is believed, is now a landed 

 proprietor, was a splendid fellow. A complete 

 stranger, he undoubtedly saved Phillips' life. None 

 of the other natives offered any help. 



Having no one but beaters with him, P., who had 

 been mauled in all four limbs, had his machan 

 turned into a dhooly and started for camp. He 

 was met on his way by his bearer, a first-class man, 

 Hussain, with perchloride of mercury, a syringe, 

 and some milk and soda — a very welcome first 

 aid. All wounds were dressed, and as soon as the 

 camp (about six miles) was reached the bad foot 

 was put in a bucket, and the worse arm in a canvas 

 bath filled with perchloride of mercury, while the 

 tigress was being brought in and camp was struck. 



Phillips tells me he thought he had certainly 

 lost one, and probably both, arms, that his chance 

 altogether looked poor, and that anyhow he might 

 as well have the skin ; so he stuck to his tiger. 

 He was carried in a dhooly nine miles that night, 

 reaching a dispensary, to which word had been sent, 

 at 2 A.M. Here he was at once put under chloro- 

 form by the native assistant surgeon and thoroughly 

 dressed. The operation was repeated next morning. 



