Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1877-10-20

D00LAN'S TIGER HUNT.
AN EAST INDIAN STORY.

AN EA>1 INDIAN STORY.
Two of us were walking down the
koraie Pass, my friend Fairlegh and /,
one morning early in FEBRUARY, 1860. |
vas on nay way to Bombay, to catch the
mail steamer that was to convey me
back to old England, after IN absence of
five yeaIs, during which ! suffered much
hardship and exposure in the memorable
indian mutinY, and was now bundled
out OF the country as fast as / could 90
with . years leave on half pay, and a
medical certificate which made out that
was nearly in mticuio morris.
At two stages from Nagpore. I met
with my old friend fairlegh. and. after
staying one night with him, he accom-
panied me as far a. the first dak bungal
low towards Nagpore, that of Koraie.
As we stood on the top on the pass and
'ooked over the varied landscape OF miles
upon miles Of dark forest, Interested by
numerous jungle streams that Law
beneath us, and upon the little village
Tying at the foot of the ghaut we were
descending, my friend said:
never cOme down to Koraie with.
o"t thinking of a trick we played on a
young lrishman, belonging to a detach-
facnt which marched through here a year
or two ago, on their way to some station
m Madras. The officers were a yerv iolly
hospital set of fellows, and one was an
old acquaintance of mine, and whilst we
were in company, which was for three or
TOUR 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
Gable Now ! never touch pig in any
shape or way in this country, 50 | was
not gong to be tempted but my friend
Mac seeing me looking at it, advised me
not to try it, as of them had shot a
wild pig a week before, and its mex.
haustibIe properties were beginning to
create R shadow of doubt.
Here, Naidoo, what pig is that ~
called out Mac to the mess butler. a fat
oily-looking Madrassec, who grinncd as
he replied
That pig, sir? Why, that pig CABIN
ANDERSEN KILN way usD the Jungle dar 7"
You rascal, believe this pig never
saw the outside of this village"
Mi bapre, sahib, what fur masta tink
Y ! MAKE ssr, cf tHRt cl Da1ar pig that fashin
I'M plenty yet--he big as one BUFFER
However, | laughingly remarked, that
1T was all the same to me, for | never
nartAok OF pig in any shane or form in
India,
What, not a cut of a nice ham o, a
rasher from a tin Of overland bacon ,
bedad, we wouldn't be after refusin' that,
would ye?' broke in a red. haired littIe
man opposite, whose speech BETRAYED
hin as a native of the sister island.
Not even a home rasher would tempt
me out here. In the first place, it is not
a ut food iur a tropical climate and
secondly, IL is looked upon with universal
adherence by all around"
"Ah, is it the naytives, We name
Wei, then, I'd ate it to spite IN,
Well, if there were any moral Drin.
clples involved in it, ! would do IN ton
hutln the Absence Of such inducements /
would, as ] have to mix much with oil
classes OF natives, rather not depreciate
the esteem in which ! might be held
especially as | am strict with them in
matters concerning their own religion y
Faith, an what is it We have 10 do
the tastes ~ Law any
You had better not enter into . cor
iroyerSy with Fairlegh about religion,
D2oIan. He's a mulyie and a punlit ali
rolled into one" said Mac; and von've
precious little knowledge of any, excent
what the P. P. of Kill-'em.by-inches, or
whatever you call your p%aternal pIoce
taught you by help of a broomstick,"
"killinchy, Killinchy, We omsdbaur
an IT'S Castle Doolan ye name when We
speak Of me p~aternal home"
An right, my boy" replied Mae
Wlnklng at me. 81 say, Fairlegb. shall
we have a look around the track and ses
1t there are any snipe@
! nave no objection" [ replied. ris.
lag and we went out together.
Now, look here, Fsirlegh.o said
Macpherson, when we were out in the
open. want to play Doolan a trick,
Snu you can help me. it will do him a
los Ol good, for of all the bumptious, do.
everything, knOw-everythine fellows 7
eyer came across, this one beats them all
we nave long been on. the lookout for an
opPUr o Tor taking a rise out of him,
ana now | think you can assist us"
Well" II answered, q" am not mucb
gIve1 70 practical jokes, but what Is il I
DO? iHtell you WHAT to do. Pve ont
a grand idea. You know thai nautv "a eIS
cantankerons camel you have. that yo ors
whenever any one goes within t,romt',
yards of him? Well. | want Won 500 w ~.
him somewhere OH a jungle road to.nipbt'
and then, al mess, we will begin to falR
ABOUT tigers. DOOlan is sure To contra.
act everything that is said, and To dsnv
~ he has been doing, that there Is a ticsp
between Allahabad and Eagpore and
thus we'll persuade him 10 cone out.and
am sure hell bolt the moment he hesys
the camel" 'S
There appeared to be no great harm in
ene 'IIck' q thought IL might be a
sool essen y the young fellow. who was
an sddle; Drained r~attlepste. and rather !
nuisance In the regiment 60 our Mans
were laid. The camel was an extraordi-
Marty surly one; the mere rOund Of :
iootstep in his vicinity was enough to
make him growl and roar in their pecn.
mar way. did not care to send him
very tar out, for Koraie is a tiperisb
place, and did not want the fables
turned on me by losing my camel ~ I
Old the driver to post HMM a tbicEet
village. o"' VI D
wen, at mess that evening our friend
W. N high feather; he CONDEMNED this
Hliag and praised that, and laid down