South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1913-10-25
HUNTING THE AMERICAN TIGER
By Dan J. Singer

TO see if some solution Of my predica-
ment would present itself.
The sun was slowly sinking below
the great. undulating roof of the
jungle; the prospect Of spending the
night IN such an ill-choscn place was
gradually commencing 10 assert itself
AS / stared out over these Businesses
my heart was smitten with a sudden
sense OF infinite and eternal oesOla-
ton. Then | felt another chill COM
ing on, so l quickly slid TO the ground.
Pale shapes took form before my Wis
iOn-made and unmade themselves
the whole jungle sWayed, moved a
pace forward, then back; 1 was in the
grip OF the jungle feveri
After a short interval l recovered
my strength sufficiently TO move on
again. Walking over to the gnarly
roots of a giant tree, l sat down to
should never give up until Re is quite
dead" I would say slowly, which
seemed to have a slightly stimulating
effect. Taking a deep breath, i sent
long, loud call chasing through the
jungle, and. when it ceased, 1t struck
me that it had something OF the tone
in it that reminded me of a lone WOLF
bewailing the loss of his mate.
L then listened intently, Strainine
Suddenly a heavy, kissing breath
close behind me made me whip
around with a sensation Of the hair
rising on my scalp. Not more than
a few PAGES away was coiled a huge
boa constructor in the low branch of
a tree. with his head protruding to-
unpleasantly near. and cycling me with
a pair OF cold. unwinking, maglignant
eyes! A forked, colorless, Pickering
oil 70 SC hnfnnttc
ance! Tickle fate seemed pitilessly
and endlessly whimsical. What would
happen next?
The deadly contents Of the shotgun
flew out and quite demolished his
whole head. And then slowly his
great coils unwoUnd, and gracefully,
even in death, they slid to the ground
until the tail finally came down with
g flip. L couldn't help but smile when
the thought struck me that l would
have been fresh meat, at any rate.
Then once more came the mysterious,
whispering, terrifying silence. But a
sharp sound came up from the depths
of the gloom, for the light was pallid
now. and still another sharp sound!
Then I halloed long and loud-and
waited: like an echo il rolled back
through the Jungle There was no
mistaking it nOw-it was John Char
ley coming WITH the uOSS!
BY dint of unparalleled padding,
even all through the long starry
nights. my men landed me in George
town before my fever had progressed
too far. With the attendance and
never o-be-forgotten kindness of Mr.
and Mrs. Or. l.. Lockwood (who were
on a visit from New York;, / was
soon on my feet again and planning
another hunt for the elusive American
tiger!
One hundred miles to the east, and
extending up from the coast, are the
vast Savannah lands, that roll away
for miles upon miles. Their proper
tons are so great that no one tries to
indicate their enormity. Clothed with
q luXuriant growth OF grass, that
waves and bends majestically as the
winds ever and anon go singing and
dancing across their vast reaches,
they make excellent pasturage for the
few cattle that have been turned out
for the experiment Of stock-raising.
There was one, big Jack Haley, who
had started a cattle ranch out in this
very Savannah country, ard word had
come to me that an American tiger
was playing havoc with his stock
With a letter of introduction 70 ID
Jack, and rifle in hand | rolled out
Of Georgetown on the only railroad
in the colony. headed due east for
Berbice. at the mouth Of the Berbice
river, and the terminus Of the road.
Just where I was going. and how
was going to find this Haley fellow.
my ideas were very vague. But. at
any rate, ] was perfectly content with
the mere thought that I was on my
way.
CTo he Concluded Monday