Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1912-07-05

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appeared like a shadow ia the jungle.
I turned to see what had become of
him and what his reasons were for
this unloOked-for desertion. The cause
came swiftly to light; a violent shock
threw me to the ground, and my.
rifle was dashed from my hand as
huge tiger sprang clean over me.
A tree was near; made for it, and
managed to climb up just in time. My
sudden disappearance evidently puz-
zled the tiger; he stopped, looking
from right to left. / glanced round
and saw to my relief that Farquhar-
son had also taken refuge in tree.
But the tree into which he climbed
was almost too slight to bear his
weight; he had perched on narrow
fork and was clinging with one hand,
holding his rife with the other. |, I'M
armed, crouched in the taller tree. My
rifle was lying ten yards away. The
tiger was a full-grown beast of great
beauty. Farquharson's legs were only
a few feet from the ground, and there
was an excellent chance for the brute
to tear him from his place of refuge.
The tiger fixed his glaring eyes full
on my companion, crouched, and pre-
pared to spring Then Farquharson's
rifle rang out, and his would-be assa1l-
snt rolled over, evidently shot in the
side. My first impression was that
The bullet had finished matters. was
about to descend, when the beast
growled and staggered to his feet. He
rushed furiously at Farquharson and
drove his claws deep into the latter's
leg just above the knee. The flesh
was ripped down to the ankle, and
making another spring, the tiger Sc
cured another hold on the leg, causing
a second wound.
leaped to the ground, and had all
but secured my rifle when the tiger
saw me. He wheeled, made a sudden
spring and pinned me to the earth.
wrenched my hunting-knife from my
belt, drove it deep under the brute's
left ear, and with a furious effort sew
cred his throat, cutting clean through
the jugular vein. He rolled off me, fell
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feet, shaken, bruised, but unwounded.
AS / did so, Farquharson slipped from
the tree and fell to the ground in
faint Just then some one touched
me from behind, and looking back
saw the Hindu woman beside me.
"Give me that handkerchief from
around your head" said, hurriedly.
st must bind it around his leg, and
make tourniquet. to stop the bleed
ing"
She handed me the handkerchief,
and I did what was necessary. The
light was now fading fast, but / saw
through the high grass of the jungle
several more dusky faces peering at
us. Presently the natives came. for
ward and helped me to carry Farqu-
harson back to the village.
It is needless to say that we were
the heroes of the hour, but had little
thought for anything but the terrible
condition of my poor friend. dread
ed blood-poisoning, the result almost
invariably of all bad tiger wounds, and
in the morning saw from the high de-
lirium and rapidly rising temperature
that it had actually set in. / had
small medicine chest with me and did
the best I could for him, but feared
for the worst. The native woman,
Rhanee Nee, had instituted herself his
nurse.
Ellis life will be spared" she said.
eve have certain remedies for tiger
wounds in the jungle that will help
the sahib."
/ have great faith in some of these
native cures, handed down. as they
are from parent to son, and containing
the germs, many of them, of our own
most valuable medicines; but ! per-
ceived to my alarm, that they had lit
tie or no effect upon Farquharson
Two or three days passed away, and
l had almost abandoned all hope for
his recovery. / was pacing about out
side the chiefs hut, wondering wheth-
er Mrs. Farqlharson had already
sailed for England, when clear Eng
lish voice sounded on my ears, and
turning, ] saw her standing behind
me. l uttered cry of surprise, but
she checked me with wave of her
hand.
Eyes, / have come, Doctor Halifax,
she said, in agitated tones. "Since
wrote Dick that awful letter have
been nearly crazy with remorse. /
made up my mind to follow you both
to Jubbulpore From Jubbulpore I
came to Morar; there the news of the
accident and his dangerous illness
reached me. Tell me the worst; is he
dying?"
Almost l responded. you must
be prepared to see him greatly
changed
We went to the hut, in the door Of
which Rhanee Nee, the black woman,
was standing.
"Rhanee," said, "this is mem-sahib,
the good sahib's wife. She has come
all the way from Bombay to see him."
Rhanee fixed her lustrous eyes on
the white girl, and the latter stretched
out her arms impulsively.
ssYou are his nurse she exclaimed