H4 IN THE INDIAN JUNGLE. 



the shed was torn down. He then passed into the 

 next shed, where the bullocks were stalled. The 

 bullocks were so terrified that they broke the barred 

 gate and ran out ; but the tiger was down among 

 them and killed four, as we found next morning. 

 He went back to the empty shed and kept alter- 

 nately roaring and purring. He would go off a 

 couple of hundred yards and roar, and finding no 

 answering roar he would come back. He kept this 

 up the whole night. The whole village was in a 

 fright ; not a soul slept. At dawn the tiger went 

 off to the hills, still roaring occasionally. Next 

 morning what a scene met our eyes. Thick bam- 

 boos had been bitten in two by the tiger in his 

 rage. The shed was completely wrecked, but the 

 skin was intact. We took the skin to the ghur 

 (house) two miles away, where the Raja lived, and 

 told our tale. An old Khol, who knew the habits 

 of all wild beasts, said it was a motee-joad bagh 

 (twin-pearl tiger), and that it would never leave 

 its mate, but would kill all in the village unless 

 we killed it. The Raja ordered the skin to be 

 put into a strong shed where the grain was stored, 

 and commanded twenty of the best shooters in 

 the village to get up into machans near the shed 

 and shoot the tiger when it came at night. Every- 

 body strongly barricaded their doors that night. 

 I was on a machan near the shed. Night came 

 on, but no tiger roared. It grew late ; half the 

 night went by ; and from fear and trembling we 

 grew light-hearted, and began to twit the Khol 

 about his knowledge of tigers. Suddenly we heard 



