THE GUN AT HOME AND ABROAD 
tales of mauled and killed are poured into one’s ears. Personally I have 
seen two home charges that might fairly be called unprovoked, except for 
the fact of the tiger being disturbed in his slumbers; and since my first 
expedition in 1903 one of my best beaters has been killed and another badly 
mauled by these animals. 
I find, too, a very common belief that the Manchurian tiger does not 
nearly attain to the size of the Indian variety. The figures I have 
quoted and those in “ Records of Big Game ” are sufficient answer. In 
proportion to their length, too, I believe that members of this race are 
deeper chested than other varieties, and would surely weigh more, length 
for length. 
If asked as to the most likely localities in which a long-haired tiger 
might be secured, I should certainly advise a young and active man to try 
Irma, or some other point on the Khabarovsk-Yladivostok Railway, 
which the latest information received in sporting circles at Vladivostok 
may indicate as likely to afford the best chance. For an older man, or for 
one not wishing for quite such hard work as tracking in deep snow, I 
should recommend the country round Mokpo. Here, though the houses are 
for the most part filthy and swarming with vermin — I leave out of the 
question the possibility of tents on account of the cold — fair quarters may 
be found at the monasteries, around which lie the few small forests left in 
this timber-denuded land. The hunting will be almost exclusively driving, 
and without an official letter to the police authorities there may be difficulty 
in obtaining beaters, especially now that the natives are forbidden to 
carry fire-arms. 
A vast stock of patience will be required and a number of disappoint- 
ments are inevitable. One winter, in forty-two days’ hunting, I myself 
saw five tigers, and three more were in the beats at one time or another, 
yet I never got a shot. Yet anyone fortunate enough to slay one of these 
magnificent animals would, I think, agree with me that the achievement 
has been well worth all the trouble he has been put to. By chance, of course, 
a tiger may be happened upon, and I once caught a fleeting glimpse of one 
I had disturbed while making my way along a rocky ridge to take up my 
post for a drive. His bed clearly showed that he must have been lying in 
full view of the monastery at which I happened to be staying. 
A well-known American sportsman some ten years ago, while on the 
march in the Mokpo district, spied a tiger under a ledge of rock, some 
hundreds of feet above the road, and having made a successful stalk, not 
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