The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1888-04-19

lect either Of us at his leisure. The
fixed stare of the blazing green eye
balls seems to paralyze me; for fully
half minute-it seemed an hour-he
stands there motionless, but at length
passes on, still keeping his eyes on me
until he disappears around the corner
of the rock few feet away
Relieved of that appalling stare
breathe more freely, and straining my
eyes in the direction expect the tiger
will! take, with desperate eaeeruess ex-
ert all my strength to close the breech
of the rife | can feel no obstruction,
for it is of course too dark to see, but
it will not close, and I pause-to see
once more that mesmeric gaze fixed
upon me!
Dissatisfied with his first scrutiny,
the tiger has passed around the rock
and returned to repeat it. 1t is sick
ening. Helpless, dazed, sit there
there blankly returning the steadfast
stare that so perfectly unnerves me.
This interview lasts longer than the
first; | cannot close my even if /
would. The perspiration streams
down my face, and I feel the cold
drops trickling slowly down my back.
How I curse the brute for his calm
dispassionate gaze! How I curse my
own folly in not having selected a
tree 10 shoot from! For now, though
I am shaking all over, strange de-
fiant feeling is creeping over me, and
thank God! the tiger once more
turns away, and this time quietly
takes the path toward the opposite
jungles, disappearing into the fog
wrapped night. Gone! and | lie back
and give way to fit of Hcold shivers," :"
such as | have never felt before, and
for half an hour l see nothing but
eyes, round, fierce, glaring green eyes,
wherever turn my own.
No daybreak surely was ever so
long delayed as that we now anxious
ly wait for, but it comes at length,
and cramped and shivering hasten
to examine the rifle. A small but
thick feshy leaf had found its way
into the 'grip" action, and, crushed
though it was, the stringy ibres re-
fused to allow the close-ftting me-
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watching me murmurs 'witchcraft, ,
and after the night I have just passed
through | am more than half inclined
to gree with him.
We dragged ourselves back t@camp
and at once organized party to fol
low up the pugs, but our chase was
useless; we neither saw nor heard
anything of that tiger again during
our stay.
Curiously enough, only two weeks
afterward information was brought to
Easton thata Karen who had selected
, that identical rock to shoot sambul
from, had been pounced upon and car
) ried off by a tiger as he left his hiding
place just before daylight. Screams
were heard by his brother, who occu-
pied safe position near, and on going
to the spot at sunrise he found the
gun and bag belonging to his hapless
relative on the sand. Tiger-pugs and
a few blood-marks told ths silent tale
and not vestige of the unfortunate
mans body, or even Of his clothing
was ever found by the friends who
made search for his remains. Easton's
informant added with grave simplici.
ty: "The white face of your friend
was new to the tiger; on that account
he escaped"
My story is told. have met tigers
in various circumstances, but of none
have | so vivid recollection as the
one whose visit | have attempted to
describe in this paper.