The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-02-08
THIS WOMAN KILLS TIGERS.
4 CHICAGO GIRLS HUNTING IN
 THE INDIAN JUNGLE.

Mrs. Warren Back in Bombay With
 Record of Three Tigers and Four
 LiOns---Saw Tigers Netted Also and
 Saved the Life of British Officer.
 An American girl, formerly Miss Agnes Lee of Chicago but now the wife of Prof. Lionel Warren of the Royal Bombay Society, accompanied her husband last summer on a hunt ing and geographical expedition ] through the Indian jungle. She has returned to Bombay with record of bagging three tigers and four young lions, besides quantities of smaller game, and also of having saved an English officer from the jaws of man eater The following account of her achievement says the New York Sun is taken almost verbatim from her own notes.
 We left Bombay early in July on a hunting and surveying mission through the practically uneXplored jungle re- gions between Assam and Trichino- poll. Besides mapping out the coun- try we went prepared to study and se- cure as many specimens of jungle ami mals as possible, and our success has been extremely gratifying. Only India itself knows the peril to human life which turks on the jungle edges, but even India does not know much about the breeding grounds the remote fast nesses, of the most dangerous forms of animalism in the vast wilderness spreading between Trchinopoli and Assam.
 On reaching the Government station at Assam We were joined by Col. Ellis and a party of natives chosen especial ly for their knowledge of the country and their ability, or rather reliability as hunters and beaters up of big game Why did I, a woman, accompany such a hazardous expedition as it was to prove itself?
 Ordinarily it would be difficult to say, but on several previous occasions had penetrated the jungle and had through more or less success as a huntswoman contracted the fever AL ready a tiger and cub lion killed the year before, had given me taste for hunting, which my husband realized only be satisfied by another journey away from civilization.
 So, after somewhat monotonous march-elephants compare porly with American locomotlvesSn point of speed T found myself one of a party of eighteen, including my husband, Col. Ellis, two cooks and thirteen natives native hunters, on the fourth day out from the Assam station We were on the border of the jungle.
 Making camp for the night, some of the native guides were despatched to a village which lay some miles on for special information regarding the To- cality and the best place in which to enter the mysterious region. On the following morning they returned and our camp the next night was pitched where probably no European had ever pntrated
 Among other things we learned that this section of India was the haunt of tigers and lions noted among the na- tives for their boldness and ferocity. A fortnight before our arrival six vill- ages had fallen victims to man eat ing tigers, probably driven into the open county by the scarcity of water in their native haunts.
 While tigers are more or less of a scourge in various parts of India, it is only in this region that the peculiar Indian lion is to be found in large numbers. As contrasted with the well known Asiatc and African lion he has no mane, at least none that we encountered had.
 Neither is he so large, so formidable in appearance, as the African species. But he is known and feared for his ferocity, especially during the seasons of drought, when the jungle drinking places run dry.
 My first night in the jungle, despite my extreme weariness as a result of the arduous progress we had made, one never to be forgotten. The camp was made in clearing about eighty feet in diameter, the tents being ranged in q circle around four fires used for pre- parlng the evening meal.
 Perhaps it was the reflection of the fires through the thin tangle of brush and trees radiating from the clearing that attracted or alarmed the jungle denizens, though more probably it was the odor of cooking, At any rate, after the watch was posted and the others had retired-probably about in the evening-we were awakened by a shot. It proved to be one of the native hum ters firing at a pair of blazing eyes in the neighboring theket.
 The shot was followed by a piercing snarl, and then an ear splitting roar, which in turn was the signal for the wierdest chorus that ever assatled nor tai ear. It was as though the jungle had suddenly awakened for miles in every direction.
 Back and forth swept the great wave of sound--snarls, deep bass roarings, and here and there the crash of thicket being torn asunder. Jackals, or some thing kindred to them, were calling querulously, and the snarlng laugh off the hyena echoed under the dominant not of the tiger. As if reverberating from the very heart of the earth, the mighty sound waxed stronger and full Ter, or dwelling now In a prolonged up- roar and now finally sinking into low ominous rumble, followed by the notes of scores of lesser animals betaking themselves to places of distant safety.