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exactly like a cat carrying a mouse, when Mr. Jam- 
rach the elder came running up in pursuit. He at 
once sprang on the tiger’s back, and grasping its 
throat with both hands drove his thumbs into the 
soft part below the jaw. The tiger dropped the 
child, and Mr. Jamrach literally “ drove it home” 
like some domestic animal, only with a crowbar instead 
of a stick. 
The courage and readiness of Mr. Jamrach’s attack 
can hardly be over-estimated. The creature was an 
absolutely new arrival, as to whose temper nothing 
but the worst could be imagined after so prompt an 
escape and the attack on the child. The native 
coolness and indifference to human powers of resistance 
of the tiger could hardly be better illustrated than by 
the unabashed impudence with which this tiger, after 
months of captivity by human beings, after being fed, 
moved hither and thither, lowered into ships and 
hoisted on to quays, by men whom it was power- 
less to injure, picked up the first nice little boy 
it met after two minutes of freedom, and trotted 
off to make a meal of him in a city of four millions 
of people. 
Mr. Jamrach has been good enough to give the 
writer details of another and less well-known tiger 
escape, which took place on the North-Western 
Railway near Weed on Station about fifteen years 
ago. The tiger was being sent to a dealer in Liver- 
pool, and was in a cage fastened to the bottom of an 
open truck. The cage was amply strong, but another 
