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HUNTING WILD DOGS IN A DUG-OUT. 



<{ Sahib, Sahib, bagh / Nudhee may do bagh/" 

 (Sir, Sir, a tiger in the river two tigers !) 



It was early dawn perhaps five o'clock and 

 the cool morning breeze in July induced sleep 

 after a restless night passed in the muggy warm 

 atmosphere of the monsoon. However, the 

 khubber (news) of two tigers under my very nose 

 sent sleep to the winds, and I was up in a 

 moment and hastened out in my slippers to 

 get full particulars from my " kit " (valet) who 

 was standing expectant at the doorway. The 

 villagers had reported that two tigers were 

 swimming over the river towards my bungalow, 

 which was situated on the right bank of the 

 Koel river. The tigers were said to be now in 

 mid-stream, and the villagers were assembled on 

 the bank and shouting to keep them off. A most 

 hideous yell, or rather succession of yells, heard 

 at that moment proved that the latter part at 

 least of the " kit's " story was true. No time 

 to dress, so seizing four ball cartridges for my 

 double-barrelled 12-bore, I hastened down to the 

 river. 



