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leg and began to taste my blood, he
would turn and devour nue..

around to see if l was woun led. /
found no wound but discovered that
the tiger had in Selling me torn off
and probably devoured the tenth and
eleventh pockets of my shooting jack
ct. | listened for the beaters, but
could hear no voice or sound. They
had either gone so far of that they
were out OF hearing, or what was more
likely, they had been alarmed by the
tiger and had fed. For they're poor
creatures, the niggers, in any real dan
ger.
~ now, therefore, gave myself up as
lost; the tiger was still gnawing my
cork knee and had one paw lying as
heavy as lead on my other leg. when
suddenly, if you'll believe me the beast
ytiwned twice, nodded his head and
fell fast asleep. l saw it all in a mo-
menu. He had swallowed, in my No.
10 pocket, a large bottle of morphine,
the bimeconate OF morphine, an
American preparation of great
strength-that always carried with
me when went tiger hunting, in case
OF an attack OF neuralgia, 20 which I
was subject after had two-thirds OF
my teeth carried away by a match
lock bullet at Bundelcore. Now was
my opportunity. There lay the great
striped beast fast asleep. stole my
hand gently toward my rifle. 1
grasped it. cooked it. Hooked at
the clean copper cap, held the muzzle
close to the brute's ear and fired.
With a yell-a groan-the beast fell.
leaped up at the same moment to-
avoid his fatal claws. and gave him
the second barrel behind the right
paw, close to the heart. He groaned,
stretched out his legs, tore the earth
in long scratches you might lay your
hands in, and fell dead. took out
my repeater. 1t was exactly three
minutes past 2 P. NJ. l had started
from the bungalow at Kollywallah at
TAM. Then a giddiness came over
me, and tainted again.
IL was awoke by something soft
touching my face. l looked up. Kind,
heaven! 1t was Ramchunder, with
the beast of a khansamah dead drunk.
in the howdah, and with one OF my
silver topped champagne bottles in his;
hand. instantly called out, Pukraov
which is Hindostanee for take hold, >
and, if you'll believe me, sir, the sa-,
gacious animal, whom l had trainedl
to this, lifted me up with his probos-
els into the howdah; for how could Il
move, you know. with my cork leg all
eaten away?
1.-The first thing I did was-what do.
you think?"
| could not guess.
''The first thing did. sir, was to-
punch that beast of a. khansamah's
head, to be sure, and then go in search
of Dostee Pooloo and those cowardly.
niger beaters
IF you'll believe me, sir, we found
them in the nearest village, two miles
of, cooking rice at a fire, and telling
the people how the sahib had been
killed by the man-eater. So what did
l DO but ride in among them on Ram
chunder and give the fellows such
welting with the whip OF my buggy,
which always carried for that pur-
pose, that they fell on their knees and
cried for mercy.
"Juhlde joa, Dostee Pooloo,' I
cried, and bring home the tiger on a.
stretcher of champa boughs. You'll
find him in such place.
"Go they did, and three hours after,
just at sunset we entered Kollywallah
in procession, firing guns, letting of
rockets, the niggers shouting songs
about the sahib and the tiger. TWEEN
lyman was delighted to see me-. for he
had given me up for lost, as one of the
beaters had run to the bungalow and
told him was killed
The next morning, when called at
the majors lodgings, l found. to my
establishment, he had left by the s. a.
m. train desiring the landlady to send
in his bill to his brother at No Is.
His brother! But felt bound in hon
OF to pay it.
On closely considering the story Of
Major Monsoon's remarkable escape
from the tiger, found several alarm
ing discrepancies that led to doubt in
my mind as to it's entire veracity:
Breech leaders were not, 1 think, in
vented 20 years ago, and. now | think
of it, regret I did not pinch his leg
hard-to make sure it really was cork.
P. S.-The other day, too, at the
ORIENTAL Club, was telling the story
to Colonel Curry, when he made. the
following remark
"My dear Foozle, the fellow was
humbugging you, take my word for it..
Monsoon is a traditional name in
Indian, and is often tagged on to- ma
tive stories. There was a Colonel
Monsoon, l believe, about Lakes
time, on whom the Hindoos. wrote
this Dispatch
Ghora per howdah, hutti pur ieen,
Juldee bahar isata Colonel Monsecn,
which means in English:
Saddles on elephants, howdahs on horses,
Monsoon ran away with the whole OF his
sand, DEF on it, that's, what the
dog borrower. sis name from. Here,
waiter, another bottle of sherry
Mrs. StanfOrd's BenefactiOn.
Wa shington Letter:
Mrs. Stanford, wife OF Senator Starr
4 A NJ "