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different from the mode of East Indian tiger 

 hunting, may be new to some of those fine 

 fellows in India to whom nothing comes 

 amiss, whether it is tiger, boar, Affghan or 

 Chinaman. 



A yoke of tame oxen had been fastened 

 together by the horns, with thongs of hide, 

 giving them enough play to feed. Early the 

 next morning an Indian came in to say that 

 the yoke had disappeared ; that there was 

 a good deal of blood on the ground where 

 he found the trail, and that the rastro, or 

 trail, was as big as the stream hard by. 



My old friend the Tigrero, being then 

 close at hand, was sent for, and a party, con- 

 sisting of himself with his spears, and two 

 others, one with a double smooth bore, and 

 the other with a single one, and attended by 

 a few little cur-looking dogs, took up the 

 trail about eight o'clock in the morning. The 

 large dogs had been all shut up, as they could 

 be of no use, and would have surely been 

 killed. 



The trail was four or five yards broad, and 

 shewed fierce struggling up the side of a steep 

 hill, and at the top of the hill, over which 

 many vultures were wheeling and circling, 

 the two oxen were found, one dead, much 



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