70 WILD LIFE IN NORTH CANARA. 



back the net, which might at any 

 moment fall in the wrong direction. 



Then old Honama pulled himself 

 together, and taking his spear in both 

 hands, struck it into the tiger's open 

 mouth, with the result of making him 

 topple backwards, dragging the net 

 down upon him. The spearmen were 

 iipon him in an instant, pinning him 

 down and gashing him mercilessly, a 

 peon of mine who lived in that same 

 village, fired an old musket into him, 

 and all was over. This was an enor- 

 mous tiger, and the size and weight of 

 his fore arm and paw were terrible to 

 see. 



The town and fort of Ancola were 

 about three miles south of Belikeri. An 

 open bay, with a broad, level shore of 



