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on it. The jungle was too thick for a direct attack, so it was 

 decided that I should take post above it, over th.e ridge of the 

 hill, so as to command the approach to a ravine on the other 

 side, towards which the tiger would certainly make when disturbed 

 by the yells of men from the trees below and on each side. We 

 made a detour and had a very hot climb up the off side of the ridge. 

 The heat was terrific, and I referred several times to my canvas 

 chagul, which contained what I have found to be an excellent 

 jungle drink, viz., Montserrat limejuice and water, in the proportion 

 of one ounce of limejuice to at least twenty of water. Some people 

 would add a little sugar. Well, we got to the top of the long 

 narrow ridge, which was covered with rubbly stones and bamboo 

 clumps, with a few large trees at intervals — nice ground to shoot 

 across. There was a very slight breeze, and the intense heat seemed 

 good for business, as the tiger would not be keen on travelling in 

 such weather, and would make for the nearest cool place, which 

 would be the ravine that I had to supervise. There was a crooked 

 old teak tree with branches that seemed to offer a good stand, at 

 about fifteen feet from the ground, and into this I climbed, followed 

 by my gun-bearer with a spare rifle. I was able to stand firmly on one 

 branch and rest my arms on another — it is very seldom that one gets 

 a good stand or seat in a tree, and generally one is in torture 

 on such perches. The jungle-wallah, who had assisted in the 

 selection of the stand on the naka or pass, by which the tiger 

 would come, went off when he saw me ti-eed, and then ensued that 

 wearisome and anxious pause when one thinks of all the chances of 

 failure : missing the shot, the tiger breaking back or wide, and 

 so forth, A very long pause it seemed, but the wily men 

 of the woods were all stealthily taking up well-chosen posts 

 in trees, encircling the sleeping tiger from below. At last the 

 shout arose, and from a wizened old man in a tree on my left 

 front, on the tiger^s side of the ridge, such frightful yells came that 

 1 concluded the tiger was breaking towards liis side. This was so, 

 but he turned it up hill, and it came over the ridge about 80 yards 

 from me, and down at a good trot straight towards me. I let it 

 come, and when 18 yards off I fired. To my surprise, the tiger 

 fell over at once — never rose again, but rolled forward into a little 



