The Penn's Grove record., 1894-10-26

with an out-aud-out tiger, a fine,
large tiger, and as handsome a tiger as
eyer wore stripes that could not be
changed. In short, it was q royal
Bengal tiger, right in her jungle lair.
1t was not very old, either i'll life at
large or life in India, when ordered to
report at o distant point and informed
taat a detachment of troops, bound
for the same destination, would cross
the broad belt of jungle above the
terai upon q certain day, passing
within ten miles of the place where I
was then stationed.
Ii was o rare opportunity to see
some of the widest country in India,
and, sending my servants and luggage
by a longer and more travelled road,
/ mounted my horse at daylight upon
the appointed day and rode out into
the jungle alone to join the detach-
ment.
All day I wandered about between
the points where 1 had been told that
the soldiers would pass, and not till
almost until night did the conviction
force itself upon me that they must
have been delayed and that 1 was des-
tined to stay where 1 was over night.
Tt was the last contingency for which
I had made any preparation. l had
never exploited in an Indian jungle,
but recalling boyhood tales of beds
upon the branches of trees "to escape
the fury of the fierce denizens of the
forest" I selected an appropriate place,
unsaddled my horse and tethered him,
climbed q tree and attempted to make
myself comfortable, but with sorry re-
suits.
1t is astonishing how quickly discom-
fort will dispel, the apprehension Of
danger. Before it had been dark an
hour I began to consider the chances of
meeting no matter what as more agree
able than the bed I had selected.
A heavy dew was forming. I was
cold and wet besides being decidedly
tired and sleepy, and recalled with
many longings a cave which I had no.
ticed not far away. With my saddle
for a pillow and my blanket for a mat
upon the smooth, dry floor, which was
visible just inside the mouth, I should
be almost as well off as in o native bun
galow.
For an hour more I chung to the I'M
comfortable branch and thought of the
tempting cave. Then 1 grew desperate.
There were no such yelps and howls IS
/ had read of, making night hideous."
That Indian Jungle was almost as silent
as q forest at home. I came to the con-
clusion that the stories I had read were
all nonsense, and dropping from the
branch, / picked up my saddle, made
my way to the cave, arranged the pill
low and mat, threw myself down, and
in no time was sound asleep.
For two or three times in the night
I woke enough to change my position
and fall asleep again, but when the
mouth of the a v showed a faint gray
light, suggesting the approach Of
morning, / woke suddenly, all over
from some sort of q dream, ari found
myself in a most uncomfortable state
of apprehension. In vain I tried to
convince myself that it was all the
effect of the dream. I pinched myself
and turned and twisted the saddle, but
all to no purpose. Something or
other had given me such q thorough
fright that further sleep was impos-
sible. Worse yet, it was still frighten-
ing me. l could not imagine that it
was anything at all, yet I felt my
courage steadily ebbing and cold
shivers creeping up and down my
back, in spite of every energy of Will
could exert.
I could easily have seen if there had
been anything between me and the
entrance, and as for whatever there
might be beyond me, it was certainly
as still as death down there.
Harkl Was it as still as death?
What was that? I remembered to
have heard it for some time-eyer
since I ~awoke--and wondered why I
had not thought of it. 1t vas o deep,
soft rumble, for all the world like the
purring of a gigantic cat. A startling
regularity about it first attracted my
attention. and with a decided chill
came the conviction that something
capable of making that noise was
down in the darkness beyond me.
By that time my Imagination was
thoroughly aroused and my nerves SO
completely under its control that / was
in excellent state to collapse, and in
deed I did collapse, o moment later,
when my eyes sought that blackness
end suddenly rested upon two great
yellow balls of glowing Light down in
tho pitchy depths of the cave.
Heavens! u hAIScr ran OWE
my back. Whatever it was behind
those eyes, it had mo ct rGrs advan.
tage, for it could doubtless sec my
slightest motion against the light a.
the entrance, while NIL that I could see
were those two balls Of yellow fire.
1t was some time before my senses
reached a reasonable state where I
could trust them; then to refresh the
horror, I became convinced that the
eyes and the source of that mufied
thunder were not ten feet away from
me.
1 had a fine rifle loaded Gnj ready,
leaning against tho tree where l had
tethered my horse. There was O good
sized revolver in my belt; but, aside
from the difficulty OF obtaining an ac-
curate aim, ] was doub sul if n ball
from a revolver would penetrate the
hide and skull of somq natiyes OF the
Indian jungle. II thisNS Suld chance
TO be one of them it ke cnl LaSRad
to mako the att VII Grana
I recalled those intere &Qws Of +
men who had conn tdNa Of
animals by the power d q stea~Ii
snd iss-less eye. But, alasi the boot
was on the other foot. Beyond . doubt !
thoss glowing yellow balls wer fixed
ma, and I was certainly reduced TO
. date Of very passive subsection.