The Portland daily press., 1894-11-03

illoOn TUSo an elephant. very olu dHu norCo
He was enraged about nothing and his
tusk were like those of him who trampled
the CAPTAIN Sanlb last summer, when his
bullet went astray. Later there came a
tiger, walking softly, with fiery eyes, but
the man-eater did not come. And l thought
perhaps he is devil. But there was
priest who had made poojah on account of
certain rupees, d holy man. who offered
sacrifice with exactness. and he said that
my fortune was good.
THE PANTHER APPEARS.
AT length this evil one glided out of the
darkness and stood listening. He came
down into the valley. l saw him clearly
in the moonlight. This a great and
terrible beast, and L remembered those
whom he had slain and Chetoos blood,
which / saw him drink
Here Lall Chowdar went of into parox-
ysm of oriental colloquialisms that cannot
be quoted. Nevertheless, all this pr ofanity
concealed lurking feeling of awe-stIuck
admiration. There is not a Hindu between
the Himalayas and Cape Cormorin who, in
his secret soul, does not bow down to and
worship any incarnation of irresistible pow
er, of blind. brutal, irresponsible ferocity
and ruthlessness.
The shikari went on to tell that while ne
watched the panther stole toward the now
deserted pool. When he reached its brink
this wary beast took one more look around
before lowering his head to drink, and at
that moment all the old iron Lall Chowdar
ad crammed into his matchbox was poured
at close range into his side. Few men. it
may be hoped, can see one of the great
members of the cat mammalia, in its death
agony without some feeling of horror. They
are Ill alike in this hour, when despera-
ton and pain let loose the imnitiga BILE
savagery of their race. Panthers, tigers
the lion himself, majestic as he is with his
noble attitudes and sweeping name, fall
now to one dead level of awfulness. Their
voices. at all times menacing. and often
most awe-inspiring, then burst forth in
tones which are positively unearthly. 1t is
not given to any human being to paint i'll
adequate words that scene of Intellectual
and dreadful effort, those supreme express
sions of bafled malice and deadly rage.
Such pictures as are displayed at these
times only rise before the inexperienced
during the sleep of fever, in the distortions
of delirium, or amid the visions of Madness
THE BEAST WAS DEAD.
81 saw, thanks be to God.'' said Lall
Chowdar, THAT this destroyer of men
would now Stay no more 1t was likewise
clear that the priest was. indeed, holy
person and his sacrifice not in vain. Never
theless. your servant remained upon the
rock and loaded his gun, because. sahib,
these beasts are capable of many things,
and those WHO are fmbued with demons, die
and come to life again; but only fora space.
This is carfa in nd / ha va saen If Whan r
was boy and went with my father into-the
forest after tiger, he shot this evil one
from a tree. and it persisted. We rejoiced
therat, and my father said, when tiger
rears up, striking the air in that manner,
and rolls over. tearing himself continually
truly man need fear him no more. There,
fore we approached with confidence to de-
prive him of his skin; but he arose quickly
and killed my father; then he died.
SIT is known too all that some of these
fierce ones come to life again. This is be-
cause their bodies are the abodes of evil
spirits. They need not be devils, sahib;
there are magicians who. under pretense of
being fakirs. leading hermit lives, take af-
ter death tigers form; panther's also,
and, sometimes, that of wolf. All such
become man-eaters. Even if common
beast devours human being, who will deny
that the spirit of that person hates the iy-
ing; that it joins itself with the brute. rides
upon it's head and guides this animal, who
thereby is successful in iniquitous actions.
Therefore, while thu panther was rolling on
the earth, rending it and biting his paws.
l shot him again, and he lay still, but his
skin was spoiled.
81 descended and came with preoaution
to the spot. There was no breath to move
his ribs, and dark blood streamed from
his mouth. He was truly dead. and, cut
off the bristles growing on his lip, which
give success in love, and returned to the
village. Those who had cursed me. poured
forth praises. There was feast, also. and,
moreover, reward. "-(Washington Star.