The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-06-23
MuNoo.
CAAmeera, IearnAl.

and trots at my hccls just Aa If there
 was nobody and nothing else he cared
 for for in the world. From an @a-
 thetic point of view, | confess Mungo
 is 6 complete failure; and from the
 same standpoint l might Do regarded
 as a person of deploAbay bed taste.
 Picture to yoarsclf all possible poiats of beauty In dog; imagine exactly
 the opposite in every particular, and
 there you have Mango. His hairless
 body, with its hitieous patches In va.
 rious colors. and his ill-shapcd limbs, mako him look like one of those creA.
 lures that the victims of dclirium tre-
 mems sec In their dreams. But my attachment towards Mungo Ia too deeply rooted to be disturbed by his unattrActive appearance. It is to him that once owed my life, and so long as he lives will look after him. This Is how it happened.
 Towards the close of my term of service In India, Mungo---a native mongrel of some sort or other used to prowl about the harracks, picking up bits hero and there, although kicked and cuffed alike by officers and men. As. however, hc seemed to bc half. starved, used to throw him $ ,me bones and scraps ot food. so that alter time he began to get into quite plump condition, For these little attentions he showed his gratitude by attaching himself to me and following me about as a we'll. bred English dog would do. At that time we used to 70 out once a month or so on shooting expeditions into tl.e jungle, and it was on one Of these occasions that the event occurred which has made so In. deliblc an impression on my memory. was not in very cheerful spirits, for an incident of the previous night had somewhat troubled mo. Tho ser geant's wife, one of the smartest little women In camp, had been laft alone with her little boy, ten years old, her hus' and having been unex pcctctily called away on duty. Soon after dusk they were mortified to sec the head of a monstrous tiger come through a hole in the vcranda, tho eyes being fixed on them. Almost beside them. selves with terror, they scarcely knew what to do; but a thought suddenly struck the mother. Picking up N tray, she placed 1t against the hole. thus compelling the monster to with draw his head. But the tray had to he held there, In case the tiger should return, and mother and son re. lieved one another In standing there throughout the whole night, afraid to open the door to give an alarm, lest the tiger should be prowling about In search of another entrance to the room.
 My thoughts were so fixed on this incident as we walked along through the jungle that l failed to keep up with the other members of the party, | who had got some distance ahead when suddenly l heard rustic in the underwood, and almost at the same moment an enormous tiger presented himself and prepared to spring upon me. l had never seen . more mag niAcent beast, and l could not help admirIDg him, notwithstanding the danger Of my position. But there was no time to bc lost. immediately | presented my rife and fired. As ill. luck would have 1t, neither shot struck; and in another second the tiger was on me and had thrown me down, his claws buried In my shoulder. had no particular scnsa- ton of fear, and remember thinking l quite calmly as lay on the ground, 1 the tigers hot breath coming against my face. "It's all up with me now" But at that moment my faithful little Mungo came to the rescue; he bit the tigers tail so severely that the bcast immediately released his hold and turned round Co seize its new adver- sary. But MuDgo, as sharp and wary as he was plucky, was off in the tall grass sn sn instant. The tiger followed, but the dog had the advan- tsge over him, as 1t could run through the grass and under the brushwood at pace which the tiger could not keep up with. In fact, t was almost com. lcal 10 see how the great creature bounded about in its useless chase after the dog. But knew that the tiger, disappointed Of seixing Mungo, would soon be back agoin to attack his master so reloaded my gun and stood awaiting his return. In . short time he was before me once more, and sgain l levelled my gun as well as could, considering the pain in my left shoulder. The first shot missed but the second struck the tiger in the shoulder, crippled him, and made him roll about in agony. Relocating as rapidly as possible, went nearer to hin, aimed very deliberately, and shss time gave him his quietus. Scarcely had done so before Mungo came bounding up to me, looking Into my face and whining ss if for Joy at sse. in3 me = fa H0sw | matted and fan I