The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-04-06

not an animal of any eort has made its
appearance. The tiger is not there.
The next question il, Where, then, is
/ he? For the second time we find our
selves grouped around our captain, each
one anxious for further information.
"That is unfortunate" is his remark,
referring to our non success. That
beat was the most likely one of all to
find him in. The beaters did not startle
a single deer, SO it is evident he has been
roaming there already However, still
hope for better luck. If you will follow
me [ will lead you to the next most
likely spot.
Again we move forward with the same
soft, noiseless tread as before This
wariness, this attempted avoidance OF
being heard lends an air of importance
and solemnity to our doings. It looks
! like business. Presently our leader
comes to standstill.
"This is perhaps about the best place
from which to point out your respective
posts" He speaks in very low, sub
dued voice.
We are standing on the side of small
| hill. In front is another, while about
| fifty yards below us is an open natllGh-
the dried-up bed of mountain stream.
The space for half hundred yards or so
up each hillside is free from jungle and
covered only by some short grass, and
again each one is shown his particular
standing ground. My post is on the side
of the hill opposite. 70 my front is the
I'm wooded nullah; to my right lies a
densely wooded ravine thus facing me
IoGt 70 Al a
space, open and free for whistling
weI-aimed bullet to find its billet. Sal
low your quarry to have his side toward
you before firing" was the planters last
caution to me, "and you will be safe
from mis- charging you tiger always
charges in the direction he is looking.
am excited, very excited ; and the
reason for my excitement being SO in
tense I cannot to this day tell. Per-
haps it was an inward unaccountable
feeling that something was going to hap
pen. grasp my rifle firmly. The
oeaters are much nearer now; their
sounds are more distinct. Yes and now
they have reached the top of the hill on
; the other side of the nullah and now
they are coming down toward the hollow
and toward me. Right, left, in every
, possible spot, I look for some sign, some
warning Of approach growl, a stir In
the bush, anything. The hoped-for and
long-expected sight at length greets my
eyes, for there, 100 yards to my left, out
from the jungle, breaks-a tiger
Out he saunters, twisting his tail and
growing angrily. At the first sight Of
him up goes the gun to my shoulder,
finger on the trigger but just in time
the warning voice comes back, "Allow
your quarry to have his side toward you
before firing" The gun drops from my
shoulder, and [ watch him. He reaches
the bed of the stream, and there he hest
tates, as if in doubt whether to seek the
cover OF the ravine or to move straight
on. The seconds pause is over then,
breaking into smart trOt, he keeps
along the water course and makes for the
ravine to my right. If he keeps on as
he is now going he must pass me, broad
side on, within fifty yards. On he comes,
now and again turning his head, to see
that none of his tormentors are near.
He has not seen me yet, as I am keeping
well behind the tree. He is now straight
to my front, and not fifty yards distant
shall fire And now he passes me, I
raise the gun, lean it against the tree,
take steady aim, and fire.
My shot is telling one. The brute
rolls ever and over, and then lies on the
grass without move. The beaters
shortly put III an appearance, and it is
with great caution that we all move to
where the tiger lies stretched. There is
no need for caution-there is no need
for my second barrel-for our enemy is
perfectly dead. The same look OF pride
that shone in Napoleon's eyes when gaz-
ing on the victorious fields of Jena,
Austerlitz, etc., now shine In mine as I
gaze on my handiwork The rihe-the
weapon that did the deed-I now handle
with as much affection as the owner
strokes the neck of his pet--his Derby
winner. /, the duffer OF the whole party,
had won the prize!
received their congratulations with
"the pride of modest worth"
"Bravo! old man. shouts Patsy as
he comes up. "If you only continue as
you have commenced We may make
something of you yet. What grand
fellow!'
'sPlenty fine 5agh (tiger), sar,"
chimes in one of the niggers, grinning
with satisfaction from ear to ear, and
looking at me with unconcealed admira-
ton. That look of admiration, though
coming from niger, makes me feel
exultant.
| Thus happened that event that pro-
voked IN me hungry and earnest desire
for more. And now, though years have
passed, it is with pride, pleasure and
exultation that recall that never-to-be-
forgotten day which chronicles the
death of my first tiger. Chambers
Journal
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