The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-04-05
His roar is terrifying and can be heard for

his roar Is terrifying and can be heard for
distance Of three miles.
Il snail never forget how the first one
impressed me- says the Frenchman, for
! had bad attack Of shakes. The woods
had been filled some time with a barking
roar, but saw nothing until my guide
clucked softly and pointed to tree,
alongside which stood an immense male
gorilla. There he remained but twelve
yards away, boldly facing us with his huge
chest, muscular arms, fercely -glaring,
deep-gray eyes and hellish expression,
until | moved
At that he dropped to all tours and
came six yards nearer, sitting up to beat
his breasts with his huge fsts-a defiance
so that it sounded like an immense
drum. His roar was most singular, begin
ming with kind of bark and deepening
into bass roll that literally resembled
thunder. The short hair on his forehead
was twitching. his powerful fangs showed
unpleasantly, and feeling he was about to
green, shot him through the heart. With
a groan something human and yet brut-
i5h he fell on his face and died quickly,
like man. He measured five feet nine
inches in length. his chest was sixty-two
inches, and his arms spread nine feet. I
was glad to have the specimen, but some-
how after that never cared to kill a goril-
la unless he actually menaced me.
Tiger Hunting.
.'The Bengal tiger is more cruel and as
tute than the African lion, though, he,
too. may be scared off. When he attacks
man, however, he makes short work of
him, and consequently big game hunters
employ method in killing tigers that
is very one-sided for the hunter. So
powerful that he can break the back of
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cass away without it's touching the
ground, relentless besides, the sportsman
who has desire to enjoy civilization
again does not even take the chance Of
remaining on earth, with tiger He
gets UP tree.
you have explained Mr.. Hutchin-
son, what's called a machand This is a
little hut built in a thick tree. This after
you've found villagers who have been
bothered with a tiger and know about
where he's to be found. Under the tree you
tie a bullock at nightfall and then get up
in. the mechand and wait. 1t is pitch
dark and you can see nothing but the lit
tie white phosphorus sight on the end of
your rifle, which you keep directed to-
ward the bullock. The first sound from
the tiger is deep, low moan, like the
rumbllng OF falling earth, and as he gets
nearer to the struggling bullock he is
caterWauling like a gigantic tomcat. With
spring, the brute lands on the believing
OK, his eyes CLEAN in the darkness, and
his jaws come together with a crunch.
That's the time you pour lead into him
Mis- OF course, though safe is ex-
citing enough, the moments o. vigil being
passed in tense expectancy and affording
one the same exhilaration derived from
following a spoor in the jungle when the.
hunter cannot know at what instant he
may come upon game. But the other
method of securing tigers is considerably
more interesting. When the English Of
ficers in India hunger for real venture
some sport they invade the jungle with
elephants and horses, trusting to Kill the
creature before it closes in.
At the English clubs in Bombay and
Calcutta you may be entertained unlim-
itedly with accounts of such expeditions,
but the most singular one I know is that
Of a smart young officer who won his life
quite honestly from tiger, after being
pulled from an elephant and almost slain.
This tiger started up from his lair at the
approach Of the line Of elephants and did
not wait for an attack but, selecting
the nearest, sprang fercely to bis back.
A dozen shots were fired at the tiger while
in midair and several struck home, but
he landed, nevertheless, bloodt1ecked and
savage. Selling the officer about the
waist, he dropped to earth and started for
the Jungle Afraid CT killing their COM
rade, the others did not dare shoot, and
with sorrow in their hearts began to
follow the blood ytrail. What was their
establishment half-an-hour later to come
upon the. tiger, lying dead, and the officer
sitting by groggy,s bur conscious, holding
on to- his empty revolver! IS Though ter
r-strickens he had presence of mind
enough, while travelling along with the
tiger, to slip the pistol from it's holster
and put two shot in the animals brain
Death was instantaneous. ',.s W.