8o WILD LIFE IN NORTH CANARA. 



Not far from the scene of this exploit 

 I once beat the neighbouring woods for 

 three successive days for a tiger which 

 was reported to have killed a man. Two 

 companions from Sedasheghur were 

 with me, and all the local shikaries ; but 

 unfortunately we had no nets, and my 

 friend Honama, and his spearmen, 

 though invaluable allies in their own 

 jungles, where every glade was familiar 

 ground, always confined themselves to 

 their own neighbourhood. 



The result was that the tiger, though 

 several times seen by the beaters, never 

 gave us a shot, out-manoeuvring us 

 cleverly on every occasion. On the 

 third day, as we walked along a path 

 between two woods, to take up a fresh 

 position, one of my companions being 



