The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-12-02
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gardens, >down the picturesque Chandni Chowk, and so to the Delhi gate of the fort en route to the De- wsn-i-Am, or great hall of audience inside the fort.
 I remember too how the pressmen were allotted special seats in the fort. and how all except myself went seats, and awaited there for the yiceroy's arrival. But for some reason or other determined to witness the show en route, and having located my motor under convenient tree, I took up my stand on the roadway just outside the Delhi gate. After some time the procession commenced to arrive. and then suddenly it halted After @ two- minute wait I felt in stinctively that something had hap pened, for in India processions and ceremonial functions always move like clockwork.
 Sinister rumors that the anarchists intended some day to make-an effort which would astonish the world flashed through my brain. Regard less of orders and regulations and military guards I rushed up the road. The first man I met who could tell me anything definite was Major Yer non keighley, commanding the vice. roy's bodyguard. and he briefly com municated the bare facts: "Viceroy seriously injured by bomb thrown at him, Lady Hardinge safe, one at tendant killed, another badly hurt" "what ought I To Dot.
 I ran back giving the news to the comma nder-in- chief, the lieutenant governor of the Runjab. whom l re- member saying, "Good Lord what ought I to do?" and to one or two members of the council who were all perched up in howdahs of their ele- phants, unable to descend without ladders or unwilling to do so with out orders. I then dashed into the shop of my old friend Kishan Chand, an Indian shawl merchant, who has made more wonderful silken robes and garments of gold and silver for royalties and viceroys and governors than any other man in Asia, and seized his telephone. I got through co an official whom I knew we'll at the Central Telegraph office, and within two minutes my first brief message was on it's way to London. Five minutes later was on the actual spot where the tragedy oc- cured and gathered further details.
 Thanks to red tape, which appar-
 
 ficials prevented any telegram being sent without authority to the India office, combined, of course, with won derful luck, my dispatches were hours ahead of any other messages.
 Several months afterwards when Lord Hardinge was convalescent, he happened to have 8 conversation in Delhi with my wife, who had been absent in Calcutta when the bomb in- cident occurred. In reply to her question what it felt like to be bombed, the viceroy told her that he really felt very little pain for the moment. and that his first thought. was for his wife. He then said, You were at Calcutta at the time, Mrs. Buck. What did you think of the affair when you first heard of it?" My better halfs reply will probably be better appreciated by those con nected with journalistic enterprise than it was by the governor general. oh" she said. my first though: was l do hope my husband got lis wire home before anybody else" But even viceroys are human anG Lord Hardinge iaughingly admitted that Reuterlhad very successfully and most uncomfortably forestall eGs the government of Inoia.
 Tigers Not Everywhere.
 have already briefly referred to shooting in India. Tigers are not found behind every bush, as is fondly imagined by some tourists. but they are fairly plentiful in the terai or thick jungles at the foot of the Himalayas. in the Sunderbanss at the mouth of the Ganges, and in portions of the tCentral Ss and,@ United provinces. They are now as a rule strictly preserved fc. the rulers themselves, or for viceroys and dis tinguished guests in native1 states like Gwalior. Rewah, Alwar. Bhopal; Cooch Behar, Hyderabad and My sore.
 There is, of course. magnificent tiger and rhinoceros shooting in the kingdom of Nepal, but passes to