The Shasta courier., 1867-03-23

fangs tnat drank my brothers life away
how they glisten ald shine Brother, broth
er, now you shall be avenged ~
As he spoke in accents of almost maniac
madness, his body swayed to and fro for an
instant, and then, just as the tiger strained
his nerves for the fatal leap, he raised his
knife high in the air, and rushed madly for
ward.
The cleaning eyes of the beast caught the
approaching form, and with low, Fremont
tory growl, the muscles relaxed their strain
ed tension, and the tiger raised himself upon
his launches.
The white fangs glistened horribly within
the blood like lips, and the raised paw re
vealed the fearful armament of sharp-hooked
claws. All hands on board would have
risked much to save the maddened man, but
he was too quick for them, and every heart
ceased its beating as they saw the avenger
start forward.
The ravs of the setting sun cleaned an in
stant on the uplifted blade, and on the next
it was buried in the side of the monster, ut
ere it was drawn forth, those long fangs had
settled upon the canvass covering of the left
arm, and upon the instant sharp grating
was heard, as the bone cracked and splintered
beneath the meeting jaws. Again and
again descended the knife, and as each stroke
opened some new passage for the monsters
blood, that huge paw found its hold in the
quiverng flesh of Harry White.
The men rushed forward, and would fain
have rescued their shipmate from his self
sacrifice, but ere they came, the two com
batants had rolled over together upon the
gore-stained deck.
In one dark stream mingled the blood of
the tiger and the man. Harry White had
struck his last blow, and the knife was sunk
to the haft in the heart of the beast, from
whence he who struck it thither had not the
power to draw it forth.
81 You may touch them, if you please"
said kouli Thasen, as he regarded the fear
ful scene g but all the power en- earth can
not loosen the death. grippe of the tiger. His
claws are set like iron into the si1es of his
victim. and till his eyes close his muscles will
not relax"
But the spectators had not long to wait,
for scarcely had the Malay ceased speaking,
when the royal paws laid powerless upon the
body of the devoted salor-his huge jaws
settled back, and his head fell like leaden
weight upon the deck The Royal Tiger
was dead Little Mary was safe-the men
were safe, and-oh. how every heart beat
with JOY, as the truth was kn0wn-l1arry
White still breathed the breath of life !
There was one death the more from the
tigers presence on board that ships but
twas the life of the beast only that went out
to fill the prophecy. for Harry White still
lives. To be sure. he has lost an arm, and
the deep marks of the tigers claws are left
to tell the tale of that fearful struggle; but
yet he lives, and from the bounty of Mr..
Bowditch he enjoys an independence from the
wants of this physical world.
Between Enfield and East Windsor, on
the beautiful. Connecticut, there is a small,
red cottage, and its owner may be seen on
any pleasant evening. with his pipe in his
mouth, sitting upon his piazza in large
armchair. which is covered with a huge
tigers skin. This man is Harry White, and
if yoa wish TO see his eyes sparkle and snap
beneath their heavy lashes, just ask him to
tell you about The Tiger Leap"