The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-09-21
WOMEN AND TIGERS.
A Narration of Feminine Exploits in Bag
ging Big Game.

Narration of Feminine Exploits IN BaS-
ging Big Game.
The method of bagging tigers in Ne
paul rs peculiar to the country, says
Eva Wyndham Quin in the Nineteenth
Century, and has this great advantage
that one is nearly always successful in
shooting any tiger which has been
marked down. Our friend who is quiz
city digesting the buffalo which he
ate last night must be lying not far
from his kill. So we advance
with some three hundred elephants
in line and gradually close in
upon him, shoulder to shoulder, in a
huge ring, from which he has small
chance of escape. As the circle con-
tains a fairly large piece of jungle
''shikari' goes in on his elephant to
ascertain exactly where the tiger is
lying. and having found him at home
we-six guns disposed on three how
dab elephants-advance for the fray.
Those who are accustomed to tiger
shooting and think no more of bag
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bullet than most do of knocking over a
woodcock in home cover will not re-
alize the anxious feeling one expert
ences when for the first time one is
perched on top of an elephant, poking
about in thick underground and eX-
pecting to see tiger bound out of
every bush. At last out he rushes with
mighty roar, and dashes round and
round the ring. vainly trying to force
his way through, while all the ele-
plants trumpet loudly, with their
trunks in the air, and their ma
bouts shrek and yell, so that one re-
ouires all ones nerve to fire and hit
him under such alarming circum-
stances. But it is really a case
of now or never, and l take a
shot at tigress as she is galloping by,
and am lucky enough to hit her in the
back with my first shot, and again in
the shoulder with my second one.
whereupon she charges straight at our
elephant, but only to receive her
death-blow from a second rifle in the
howdah. One can not help feeling sorry
to see such q noble beast laid low, hut
SO great are the rejoicings when she
is brought triumphantlY into camp,
thrown across an elephants back, that
ones regrets are soon forgotten in the
pride and delight of having shot ones
first tiger.
After this first days sport we con-
tinue to have good luck, especially
that red-letter day when, quietly NOV
ing across country with line of
elephants. we manage to surround five
tigers. On entering the ring we first
only catch sight Of one tigress, which
is cleverly hit in the shoulder by Mrs.
Durand; then, to our establishment,
tigers seem to crop up in all direc-
tions-one pair of green eyes glare
from beneath the grass at one point,
and then yet another pair few yards
on, so that finally we realize there are
four big cubs, besides the tigress, gal
Looping among our elephants in the
ring. Such a bowling, growing,
snarling, shouting, trumpeting. and
firing off of rifles can never have been
heard before. Wounded and furious
the tigers take refuge in small nullah,
and there is some difficulty in finishing
them off; but at last all five are ours,
and piling them on to various ele-
plants we return to campin the fading
light, the sun sinking peacefully in
a glow of crimson and gold behind the
trees, while the moon rises in the east
and glints through the dark boughs as
we wend our way home. By the camp
fire are laid out our five tigers, and il
is with some pride we examine theil
soft. golden winter coats and discuss
again and again by the pickering light
the excitement of the days sport.