The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1877-10-17
Larry DOOIan'S Tiger Hunt.
An EastIndian story.
From London Society,".

Two Of US were walking down the ko.
raie 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 an absence Of five
years, during which | had suffered much
hardship and exposure in the memora-
bic Indian mutiny, and was now bundled
out Of the country as fast as | could 90.
with years leave on half pay, and
medical certificate which made out that
| was nearly IN artjcul0 nlortts
At two stages from Nagpore. | met
my old friend Fairegh, and, after stay
ing one night with him, he accompanied
ME as far as the first dark bungalow to-
wards Nagpore, that of Koraie.
Bs we stood on top of the pass and
looked over the varied landscape of
miles upon miles Of dark forest, inter
seeted by numerous jungle streams that
lay beneath US, and upon the little vii
lage lying ut the foot of the ghaut we
were descending. my friend said:
81 never came down to Koraie without
thinking of a trick we played on young
lrlshman, belonging to a detachment
which marched through here a year or
two ago on their way to some station in
Madras. The officers were a very Jolly,
hospitable 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 | took
with them was breakfast, and there was
something in the way of Drawn on the
table. Now, never touch pig in any
shape or way in this country, so l was
not going to be tempted but my friend
Mac, seeing me looking at it, advised
me not to try il, as one of them had shot
a wild pig a week before and its mex
haustible properties were beginning to
create a shadow of doubt.
Here, Naidoo, what pig is that"
called out Mac to the mess butler, a fat,
oily-looking Madrassee, who grinned as
he replied
THAT pig, sir? Why, that pig Cap'in
Andersen KILN way up de jungle
dar"
''You rascal, believe this pig never
saw the outside of this village
my bapre, sahib, what fur mast tink
| make cookin' bazaar pig that fashin?
No, sab that Capin Andersen pig got
i'm plenty yet-he big as Ole blufer!"
However, laughingly remarked, that
it was all the same to me, for never par
took Of pig in any shape or form in In
dia.
''What, not cut of nice ham or 8
rasher from tin of overland bacon? Be
dad, We wouldn't be after refusin' that,
would YEP" broke in a red-haired little
man opposite, whose speech betrayed
him as native of the sister island.
Not even a home rasher would tempt
me out here In the first place it is moi
fit food for tropical climate and sec
ondly, it is looked upon with universal
adherence by all around. "
"Ah, is it the naytives we name? Well,
then, I'd ate it to spite EN-, would"
"W ell, if there were any moral prln
ciples involved in it, | would do so, too
but in the absence of such inducements
| would, as | have to mix much with al
classes of natives, rather not depreciatt
the esteem in which | might be held
especially as l am strict with them IL
matters concerning their own religion.
Gath, an what is it We have to dc
with their religion?-if they have any
the bastes!"
you had better not enter into a con
troversy with Fairlegh about religion
Doolan. He's a moulvie and a pundi
all rolled into one," said Mac; zane
you've precious little knowledge of any
except what the P. p Of Kill-'em by
inches, or whatever you call your pater
nal place, taught you by the help OF
/ broomstick."
"KiIlinchy, Killinchy, we omadhaun
an it's Castle Doolan We name when "
speak of the paternal home"
sAll right, my boy" replied Mac
winking at me. Il say, Fairlegh, shall
we look around the track and see Il
there are any snipe.
q have no objection, i" / replied, ris
| ing; and we went out together.
''Now, look here, Fairlegh." said Mac
pherson, when were out in the open
II want to play Doolan a trick, and yor
can help me. 1t will do him a lot OF
good, for of all the bumptuous, do-every
thing, know-everything fellows L eve
came across, this one beats them all
We have long been on the lookout To-
an opportunity for taking rise out o
| him, and now | think you can assist US.
"Well," answered, 81 am not mucl
given to practical jokes, but what is 1t
can do?"
oDo? I'll tell you what to do. Nv
got a grand idea. You know that nasty
old cantankerous camel you have, tina
roars whenever any one goes within
twenty yards of him? Well, [ want yo
to post him somewhere on ajungle roa'
tonight, and then, at mess, We Will be
gin to talk about tigers. Doolan Is sur
to contradict everything that is said, an
to deny, as he has been doing, that Their
is a tiger between Allahabad and Nag
pore and thus we'll persuade HIM t
come out, and am sure he'll bolt tn
moment he hears the camel.
There appeared to be no great harm
in the trick, and I thought it might be
good lesson to the young fellow, who wa
an addle-b Drained rattlepate, and rather
nuisance in the regiment SO our plan
were laid. The camel was an extreme
ly surly one the mere sound OF foo
steep in his vicinity was enough
make him growl and roar in their pecr
liar way. / did not care to send hi
very far out, for Koraie is tigers
place, and 1 did not want the table
turned on me by losing my camel; so
told the driver to post him in thickt
by the roadside, about mile out of tn
village.
"Well, at mess that evening our frIen
was in high feather, he condemned tn