The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1899-10-20


ground. Startled by the report, a
| jackal fed from the rear of the cook
house toward the jungle, and the sahib
stopped its flight with another bullet.
Then, replenishing his gun, he took his
seat beside me on the mail cart. say
ing, BLOW on thy bugle, coach wan,
and announce our coming to Shere
Bahadoor, his majesty the tiger
'FIt was a brave jawan YOUTH,
brothers, but he was very young, and
belize he had a mother, so l swore in
my beard to save him whatever might
befall AS we proceeded he questioned
me concerning the killing of Nandha,
speaking lightly as one who goeth to
shoot black partridge.
"'He is lame, coach wan. and will
doubtless be waiting for us by the
Bore BRIDGE said the sahib. AS soon
as he appears stay the horses for an
instant while l get off the mail cart,
and then return when your horses will
let you
"'Bethink thee. sahib,' l answered;
the lame one of Huldwani is old and
cunning. 1t Is no fawn thou seekest
this morning. Perchance the sircar
Twill dispatch some great shikari to
help thee in this hunting. Gunga send
we may not meet the tiger, but if we
should, shame befall me if l permit
thee to leave the mail cart while the
horses are able to run!
"For answer. my brothers, the sahib
flushed red and, calling me a coward,
he drove his elbow into my stomach
with such force that the reins fell from
my hands. Taking them up,-the while
fought for my breath, he turned the
horses round, saying: "A jackal may
not hunt tiger! have need Of man
with me this morning, and Goor Deem,
my butler, shall take thy place.
"'The sahib, being a man, will not
; bIacken my face in the eyes of Kala-
doongie.' said. 4 spake for thy sake,
sahib, but | will drive thee to Jehan-
dunn an thou wilt, for no man hath
ever called me coward before Then
the sahib looked In my face. as l tuck
ed the ends of my beard under my
puggri, and. seeing that my eyes met
his four square, he gave up the reins
: to me. saying. IF thou playest me
\
, showed me the hilt of pistol that he
: had in his pocket. We spake no more
J together, but when we came to the
r Bore bridge I shook the jungle with a
blast from my bugle.
2 'Shabash, coach wanv exclaimed
the sahib. Thou art a man indeed and
2 shalt have Shere Bahadoor's skin as
= recompense for the hurt to thy
: stomach. Bid him come again.
: "Half a mile beyond the bridge, as
j we sped along the level road above the
s river, l again blew upon the bugle
: The sound had scarcely ceased when
j we heard the angry roar of charging
: tiger.
e "'Stopr exclaimed the sahib, and
threw the frightened horses on theil
: launches, while he leaped to the
ground. Then. while the horses few
t along the road, looked back over my
s shoulder and beheld the Lame One
t bound to the middle of the road, anG
d the sahib blew on his fingers as one
f would whistle to dog. The grea
s beast stopped on the instant ant
o crouched to the ground, ready to spring
on the sahib as he advanced toward it
d and prayed to Mana Debi to befrient
e the young fool.
d "When he was within 30 PAGES or 81
from the tiger, the sahib halted ant
u brought the gun to his shoulder. Th
e. next instant there was the crack of ;
It rifle, and the Lame One leaped straigh
d into the air.
b ST knew the tiger was dead, and I'm
mediately thereafter the mail cart raj
4 into the bank and spilled me on tn
is road. Leaving the stunned horses tie
Is to a tree, l proceeded to seek the sa
le hib. Wah il, wah, brothers, we mus
se pay taxes to the Faringis until we ca
N raise sons like theirs. When l joine
ls the boy sahib. he was smoking an
taking the measure of the tiger wit
i'd tape! His bullet had struck tn
Of beast between the eyes, and the Lam
One had died at the hands of man.
Ill Speaker.