The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-11-14
TIGER SKOOOING IN JAVA.
GOOD ALARKSMANSHIP OF fl
 YOUNG INHALER.

Big Tigress Driven in by Thirst Killed
 Near Anier us She Drank From Pub
 lie COnduit-Another, Ready to
 Spring Upon Boat, Picked on an
 Oyerhanging Limb.
 We had not set our feet on land since leaving New Bedford, five months be- fore. Our quest for whales had been without anticipated success; we only had taken hundred barrel sperm whale during that time, and that off the Cape of Good Hope, writes B. s. Osbon in Forest and Stream. We had thoroughly secured the Indian Ocean, and leisurely cruised along the coast of the Island of Sumatra without seccess, and at last We pointed our brow for the the Straits of Sunda, bound to Anjer Point in the Island of Java, a snug lit tie raodstead much visited in those days by whalemen and merchant ves- sels bound from the East Indies to the United States and Europe.
 It was quaint old place, populated for the most part by Malays, some of them peaceful enough when on shore, but when cruising in the Straits, in their Swift sailing proas, pirates of the most pronounced and desperate type. Then there were a fair representation of the native Javanese, a few Euro peans, and garrison of Afro-Dutch soldiers who garrisoned the settlement, and were quartered in a small fort, whose guns commanded principally the settlement and its land approaches; but as defense from the sea 1t counted for nil, for little sloop of war of twenty guns could have taken it in ten min utes.
 Anjer was celebrated in those days, and especially among seafarers, as hav- ing within it's precincts the largest ban- van tree in the world, its diameter, counting its root branches, being be- tween 300 and 400 feet. In its branches was the lookout station of the port, and beneath it's foliage and amid it's count less root branches the people gathered for shade from the intense rays of the tropic sun, and to gossip. It was be- meath this grand old banyan tree that saw my first real live tiger, and here shot my first wild animal
 had come on shore with the star board watch that morning for a gum ming expedition, every man being pro- vided with an old fashioned musket, carrying an ounce ball, powder flask, bunch of oakum for wadding and tin box of percussion caps. But bevy of pretty native girls, coupled with plentitude of alluring beverages and lots of lucious fruits, broke up that hunting party as planned. Bob, shipmate of mine, and were disgust ed with the rest of the liberty men, and resolved we would explore the town and see the sights. After a long stroll we brought up at the banyan tree for a rest.
 At the time of our visit to Anier a severe drought was prevailing in that part of the island, and water was very scarce in town. The water supply came from some distance back in the country and was brought into town by means of an open conduit or aqueduct, which led the water into @ small circu- lar reservoir near the big tree. I was in sound sleep, when was aroused by my companion, who shaking me roughly, sung out: "Get up, Jack; here's big tiger!" And sure enough, with her forepaws resting on the side of the conduit facing us was good sized animal, quietly tapping up her fill of water, evidently regardless of our close proximity to her.
 Bob was for running away, but per- suaded him to stand by me while I tried shot. I felt pretty certain of doing the business, for I was counted the crack shot of the ship and if the old gun did it's duty was sure of the game. put on a fresh cap, and with Bob ready to give me his gun in case I missed we walked up slowly to the ti- ger, which did not seem to mind 1t a bit. When within about twenty feet of the fellow I stopped and, taking delib- crate aim, fired. How that old gun did kick! But the tiger kicked worse and longer. The report of my gun startled the garrison, and some twenty black soldiers came running on the double quick to where Bob and I stood.
 By this time we were close up to the conduit, and peering over we saw that I had not lost my good name as a dead shot. The long and short of this story is that the Governor claimed the skin of the tigress, for 1t was g. mother that I had killed. and her little cub fell to me as trophy of my first game in the Island of Java. received a few dol lars bounty and numberless congratula- tions upon my good craftsmanship and