ANOTHER ADVENTURE WITH A TIGER, 1 99 
mistaken. During this adventure both Francis and the lascar 
had stood by me, but I could see they did not like it^ and 
small blame to them. We found the goat only half eaten, so 
I sent for the ladder and got up into a tree and watched from 
12.30 to 6, but though we were very quiet, the brute was 
cowed, and he never came back to finish his meal. 
Another adventure with a tiger is worth recording. In 
February, 1867, I was coming home by the bed of a stream, 
the hills on each side being very precipitous and rocky ; at 
one place there was only a narrow ledge for nearly a hundred 
yards, and I was just about to proceed along this whan 
my shikarie pointed to a tiger at the further end of the 
precipitous rocks ; he was about a hundred and fifty yards off 
and standing broadside on, with his head up, looking across 
the ravine and away fronr me. 1 had the carbine in my hand, 
took a steady aim and let drive ; there was a deal of dust 
and the tiger appeared to twist himself round as if biting at 
the wound, the next moment he came tearing, tail on end, 
straight at us along the narrow track. I took the spare rifle 
from Francis and hastened up the hill so as to be above him ; 
Francis and Muriam instead of following me with the other 
rifles, bolted straight away over the rocks, right in the tiger's 
line, to a rhododendron tree and some scanty bushes about 
fifty yards below. The tiger did not take long getting over 
the hundred and twenty yards. I had only got a short way 
up and had wheeled round ready for action, when his head 
appeared about twenty yards below me ; he stopped to look 
at me and gave two or three nasty puffy snarls and then 
dashed away down the hill at speed. 1 now might have had 
a splendid shot, but he w^is making straight for the tree 
behind where 1 saw the men squatting, and actually passed 
