New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-06-23

from Moonie have come to ask sahib
to come and shoot a white tieer-a
characterization has already killed
an Old woman, six children and ten
bullocks.'
"Out l went, Just as was, in my
slippers, and sure enough at the gate
OF the compound, if you'll believe me,
there were ABOUT 1OOnatives, salaam-
ing, tom tomming, and playing the
Mahadeo to soften the sahib's heart
and induce him to listen to them and
come and kill the white tiger. prom
Used to do what could, if they would
supply beaters, AMI would be ready
at the jungle next day with their usu-
al heathenish and unsportsmanlike
paraphernalia Of native drums, bells,
horns and metal pans with stones in
them. OF they went, throwing SOM
ersaults and shouting like children.
calling me every blessed name they
could lay their tongues on, and prom
Using to muster in force at the place
appointed, though they were half of
them tiger worshippers at Moonje and
would not have let me kill the animal
If he hadn't turned a ;man-eater'
"Back went TO Twentyman, who
was sitting up in bed, more cheerful,
eating some fruit.
whats the row, Jack?" said he,
quite in his old voice.
ri told him that the people of
Moonje wanted me to go and kill a
'maneater,' but I didn't like leaving
him.
"Then you go, old boy, said he for
DR.. johnson came in just as you left,
and says Pm twice the man was
yesterday; I'll get along well enough
with a book and a cheroot or two
"And may l take your double bar
relied breech- loader?"
"Of course; anything I have,
Monsoon. johnson says Moonje has
been full of tigers ever since the last
Rajah took to preserving them, and
made it death to kill one; but for
Gods sake, Monsoon, take care OF
yourself. Those man-eaters are no
joke, and if were you I would ride to
Poonahjar and get Simpson and Dever
to go too
"'No,' said I, 'Twentyman. This
is an affair OF danger, and I'll stalk
the beast alone. There shall be no
Englishman but myself to share the
glory
"You are plucky fellow. Monsoon,
said Twentyman. AS you like, but
for my own part, I'd rather have one
Englishman than thousand of those
noisy devils, with their Internal drums
and horns. They'd spoil an angels
shooting
'The rest OF that day Ispentin pre-
pairing for the tiger campaign at Moon
je. I put on my red-brown shooting
coat, made OF stuff OF that peculiar
dry leaf color usually worn by Indian
tiger hunters, and which l was the
first to introduce into the presidency.
The plan of this coat was my own in
vention; it had fourteen pockets, each
designed for a special purpose, land new
er used for any other. 1t held caps,
gun picker, tigers fat greasing locks,
spare nipples, gun screws a small boot
Jack (the use of which / will tell you
presently "a knife with sixteen blades,
creased patches, iron bullets. cartridg-
es, pocket revolver, hook, dried
tongue, fusees, a sketch book, a cigar
case, powder horn, small key bu-
gle, camp stool, and a few other
items, useful to a man of several re-
sources.
LAS this white tiger I was to fight
had escaped the native pitfalls, poison,
spring guns, and other strategems OF
the crafty natives of the jungle village,
felt that at last l had met a foeman
worthy OF my arm. and Iprepared for
a gigantic effort. filled Ramchunder' s
howdah with tulwahs keen native
swords), double -barrelled guns, rock
cts and boar spears; SO that, keeping
that sagacious animal near me fasten-
ed to tree, could return to him at
any time for fresh weapons and for
lunch; for, even in my enthusiasm for
the chase, l did not forget some cold
fowls and two or three bottles OF
champagne, etc; my khansamah, OF
butler, was to sit in the howdah and
attend to the commissariat and gener-
al stores.
"The day came. Ifelt a strange glow
of pleasure, mingled with a strange
presentiment of danger which I could
not shake off, do whatI might. How.
ever, said nothing to Twentyman,
who wished me every success. and of
went on Ramchunder, who seemed
proud to share in the adventure; which
was more than the cowardly khansa.
nah was, for his teeth shook like cas-,
tanets, and he dropped a bottle Of
bitter beer in sheer nervousness IN
packing At last we were ready.
"'Juhlde iao!!' Ego quickly cried
to the mahout; and off trotted old
Ramchunder to the side OF the Moon
je jungle, where all the beaters had as.
sembled.
eff you'll believe me, even at the
taking OF Mooltan there wasn't such a
col mo! Il am again talking Hindo-
stanee-I mean, in pure English, 'row')
as when about 200 of the native tel
lows began to break into the jungle u
praus trees and korinda shrubs, firing
matchlocks, yelling like fends broke
loose, rattling metal pans, ringing bells
and blowing horns; while half dozen
of the boldest and most active OF the
heaters were sent on to climb trees
o,1 o;x,n pot,oo ~ Tho ~, a moo for ct oIo