Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-04-06

that drank my brothers life away-hoW
they glisten and shine! Brother, broth.
er, now you shall be avenged P'
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 forward.
The cleaning eyes of the beast
caught the approaching form, and with
low, premonitory growl, the muscles
relaxed their strained tension, and the
tiger raised himself upon his launches
The white fangs glistened horribly
within the blood like lips, and the rails
ed paw revealed the fearful armament of
sharp hooked claws. All hands on
board would nave risked much to save
the maddened man, but he was too
quick for them, end every heart ceased
Its beating as they saw the eavenger start
forward.
The rays of the setting sun cleaned
an instant on the uplifted blade, and on
the next it was buried in the side of
the monster, but ere it was drawn forth,
those long fangs had settled upon the
canvass covering of the lett arm, and
upon the instant sharp grating was
heard, as the bone cracked and splin-
tered 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 quivering flesh of
Harry White
The men rushed forward, and would
fain have rescued their shipmate from
his selfsacrifce, but ere they came, the
two combatants 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 be who struck
it thither had not the power to draw it
forth.
"You may touch them, if you please" +"
said Kouli Thasen, as he regarded the
fearful scene "but all the power on
earth cannot loosen the death grippe of
the tiger. His claws are set like iron
into the sides 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
sailor-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 known
Harry White still breathed the breath
of life!
There was one death the more from
the tigers presence on board that ship;
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
be enjoys an independence from the
wants of this physical world.
Between Enfield and East Windsor,
on the beautiful Connecticut, there is
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 you wish
to see his eyes sparkle and snap beneath
their heavy lashes, just ask him to tell
you about "The Tigers Leap"