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still he felt he was quite a hero, and shouted at the 

 top of his voice for the rest to hear him, " I've killed 

 a bar! I've killed a bar! Jock, mon, do ye hear? 

 I've killed a bar!" After much difficulty, I per- 

 suaded him to relinquish his much esteemed trophy 

 to the charge of a beater, and Chineah having re- 

 loaded his gun, the line again moved on. 



The old man went along delighted as a child ; and 

 amid a succession of grunts, which with him denoted 

 satisfaction, I heard him muttering something about 

 preserving the skeleton, tanning the skin to make a 

 muff, and boiling down the fat to be sent to an old 

 sister, &c., although the wild animal he had killed was 

 but little larger than a sucking-pig. He strode along 

 perfectly happy, as if he had done his work. 



Very shortly afterwards we heard several successive 



shots on the right, where I knew W was posted, 



and almost immediately a beater came running up 

 with the news that three tigers were afoot, and that 



W had wounded one severely, but that it had 



taken refuge in the high grass we had passed through 

 yesterday. 



Ordering the line to halt, and taking three troopers 

 with me, loaded with rockets, to drive them out should 



it be necessary, I went to join W , who had just 



reloaded his guns as I came up. 



He told me that he had seen three tigers, one of 

 which he had wounded, after having fired five shots 



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