The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1877-10-18
D0OLAN'S TIGER HUNT.
AN EAST INDIAN STORY.

Two of us were walking down the
KOraie Pass, my friend Fairlegh and /,
one morning early in FEBRUARY, 1860.
was on my way TO Bombay, to catch the
mail steamer that was to convey me
back to old England, after IN absence of
i've years, during which suffered much
hardship and exposure in the memorable
Indian mutiny, and was now bundled
out OF the country as fast as I could go
with years leave on half pay, and a
medical certificate which made out that
1 was nearly an GrtjcuLO morris.
At two stages from Nagpore. l met
with my old friend Fairlegh, and after
staying one night with him, he accom-
panied me as far as the first dak bungal
low towards NagpOTe, that of KOraie.
AS we stood on the top on the pass and
looked over the varied landscape of miles
upon miles of dark forest, intersected BY
numerous jungle streams that lay
beneath us, and upon the little village
lying at the foot of the ghaut we were
descending, my friend said
never come down to KOraie with
out thinking of a trick we played on a
young Irlshman, belonging to a detach-
ment which marched through here a year
or two ago, on their way to some station
IN Madras. The officers were a very Jolly
hospital set of fellows, and one was an
old acquaintance of mine, and whilst we
were in company, which was for three or
four days, they insisted on my Joining
them at mess. The first meal l took
with them was breakfast, and there was
something in the way of Drawn on the
table. Now l never touch pig in any
shape or way in this country, so | was
not going to be tempted but my friend
Mac seeing me looking at it, advised me
not to try it, as one of them had shot a
wild pig week before, and its mex
hdustibie properties were beginning to
create shadow of doubt.
Here, Naidoo, what pig is that ?''
called out Mac to the mess butler, a fat,
HilV-l0QkipH madrassnn- who Urinned as
he replied:
90 That pig, sir? Why, that pig Cap'ir
ANDERSEN KILN way up the jungle dar p
" You rascal, | believe this pig never
saw the outside of this village"
Mi bapre, sahib, what fur masta tinI
] make cookin' bazaar pig that fashin
No, sar that Cap'in Andersen pig go
i'm plenty yet--he big as one buffer !''
However, l laughingly remarked, tina
1t was all the same to me, for l neve
nart"ok of pig in any shape or form il
India.
. What, not a cut of a nice ham OF
rasher from a tin of overland bacon
Bedad, we wouldn't be after refusin' that
would YEP" broke in red-haired it'll
man opposite, whose speech betraye,
him as 4 native of the sister island.
4" Not even home rasher would tenn
me out here. In the first place, it is no
a fit food for a tropical climate; an,
secondly, it is looked upon with universe
adherence by all around"
"Ah, is it the naytives, We name
Well, then, I'd ate it to spite m,
would"
Well, if there were any moral prir
CiPles involved in it, I would do so too
hutin the absence of such inducements
would, as have to mix much with a
classes of natives, rather not depreciat
the esteem in which l might be hello
especially as l am strict with them j
matters concerning their own religion.
=" Faith, an what is it we have to d
With their religion ?-if they have AM
the astes ~
" You had better not enter into a COZ
troversy with Fairlegh about religion
DOolan. He's mulvie and a pundit a
rolled into one" said Mac; and you'y
precious little knowledge of any, exceE
what the p. p. of em-by-inches,
whatever you call your paternal plac
taught you by help of a broomstick"
Killinchy, Killinchy, We omadhau!
an it's Castle DOolan ye name when '
speak of me paternal home"
All right, my boy" replied Ma
winking at me. " | say, Fairlegh, sha
we have a look around the track and 81
If there are any snipe ?"
81 have no objection" / replied, ri
ing and we went out together.
Now, look here, Fairlegh," sal
Macpherson, when we were out in IL
open. want to play DOOlan a trio
and you can help me. 1T will do him
lot Of good, for Of all the bumptiOus, d
everything, knOw-eveTything fellows
ever came across, this one beats them al
We have long been on the lookout for s
opportunity for taking a rise out of hir
and now l think you can assist u.s."
Vel" l answered, :" am not MUG
given to practical jokes, but what is it
can do"
"Do? Pll tell you what to do. I've q
grand idea. You know that nasty O.
cantankerous camel you have, that roa
whenever any one goes within twent
yards of him Well, want you to 20
him somewhere on a jungle road to-nigh
and then, at mess, we will begin to tai
about tigers. DOolan is sure to cOntr
wv N'NA = tIllifS LlldJ Is hdiU, dUu 10 zen
as he has been doing, that there is tigt
between Allahabad and Nagpore an
thus We'll persuade him TO come out,an
! am sure he'll bolt the moment he hea
the camel"
There appeared to be no great harm j
the trick, and [ thought it might be
good lesson to the young fellow, who W,
an sddle-brained rattIepate. and rather
nuisance in the regiment; so our plar
were laid. The camel was an extraord
narly suriy one; the mere sound of
foOtstep in his vicinity was enough [
make him growl and roar in their pecI
liar way. did not care to send hiI
very far out, for Koraio is a tigeris
place, and did not want the table
turned on me by losing my camel; so
told the driver to post him in thicke
by the roadside about mile out of tn
village.
Wen, at mess that evening our frien
was in high feather; he condemned thi
thing and praised that, and laid dow