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CHAPTEE VIII. 



THE DEATH OF THE MAN-EATER. 



News of the man-eater again. We are once more on his trail. 

 The scent lost. Googooloo gives tongue. It warms. My 

 plan. Preparation. Execution. A ticklish moment. Death 

 of the man-eater. Ceremonies of the Shekarries. 



A S I was preparing to turn in for an hour or two, 

 "*-^ > my head shekarry, Chineah, came up grinning, 

 and told me that the patel of the village of Botta Sin- 

 garum had sent to say that the tiger had been seen 

 skulking near the outskirts of the village a short time 

 after our return to camp. 



I immediately sent for the dhoby and Kistimah, 

 and despatched them, with Chineah and the gang 

 with my guns, to the village, to find out all the par- 

 ticulars ; and, having questioned the villager who 

 brought the message rather closely, for I had some 

 doubts as to the truth of the report, I appointed a 

 place of meeting, and after a couple of hours' repose, 

 a bath, and a hurried breakfast, I mounted my nag 

 without disturbing the other officers, who were still 

 sleeping, and joined my people at the Botta Singarum 

 police-station. 



