THE TIGER AND WILD BOAR. - 1 95 
drakes along her loins. The first shot had broken her right 
arm near the elbow, the killing shot had taken her in the 
centre of the neck an inch or two above the shoulder. I 
made her as she lay without stretching eight feet two inches 
in length, and three feet two inches at the shoulder. The 
party had evidently consisted of an old tigress and her 
nearly full grown children. Got home very tired but uncom- 
monly well satisfied with my day's sport. 
On April 13th, 1863, i received a letter from Brooke 
telling me of an extraordinary adventure, A large solitary 
boar had been seen and Brooke had been lookintj after him ; 
late in the evening he met Brine who had been looking out 
in another, direction and who told him that he had come 
across the old boar face to face in the jungle, but the boar 
had bolted before he could get a shot and made for the very 
corner where they were then standing. Just as he had said 
these words a tremendous grunting was heard and from the 
shola out bolted the old boar bristling and savage ; Brooke 
was about to raise his rifle when a growl like thunder 
stopped him and a grand tiger with one spring cleared the 
nullah and with another lit on the back of the old boar; **such 
a batde then took place, the growls of the tiger, the grunts 
of the pig and later, the squeals of the * sulky one/ made 
me believe myself in another world. 1 thought of nothing 
but killing one or both, so as they were rolling over and 
over about fifty yards from me on the open hill side, I let fly 
both barrels ; for a second or two the noise went on, and then 
the tiger jumped off and the boar struggled into the nullah 
close by. The tiger pulled up and coolly stared at us. 
Brine took a steady aim, fired, and I believed missed ; the 
tiger still looked at us without moving ; but bis courage 
