Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-10-12

There he met some Of the other shikaris and
promptly charged them. But they were too
quick for him and scrambled up trees and rocks
to avoid his onslaught. Presently they saw him
dodge into q hole in the rocks and sent boy
TO inform me.
we could hear the roaring Of the panther
and the shouts Of the shikaris and knew that
he was ct bay in this little cavern. I therefore
decided to walk him up, and presently the
native hunters pointed out where his head was
just showing In the half flight Of the cavern.
His yellow eyes glared at me like burning Goals.
MY bullet took him through the right eye and
he never moved again.
And now Just short description Of another
form of sport. The ''mugger'' or crocodile, Is
fairly plentiful in India. This willy brute Is Q
real monaco; 1t viii drag any living creature
that it can get hold Of into the water. Every
year, scores of native women, drawing water
or washing clothes on the banks of streams,
are done to death by the larger crocodiles. The
big brutes usually flick their victims into the
water with sweep Of their powerful tails; then
they seize hand or a foot and hold the poor
doomed wretch below the surface till drowned,
afterward devouring the corpse at their leisure.
THERE is only one way of shooting crocodiles,
and that is to wait patiently, without max
ing sound until they come out for their
midday bask IN the sun on q sandbank or rock.
Then you crawl TO the waters edge, with the
utmost caution and put powerful bullet into
the one vulnerable tspot--where the head meets
the body. So b.
I got one of these murderous beasts beautifully
in this manner. hitting him just in the right
place. He gave slight jump and didn't move
again, but to make sure gave him two more
bullets. An the holes. am proud to say. were
within circle the size Of teacup saucer.
Another one I shot was hit at long range
The bullet didn't kill him and he managed to
wriggle into the water, where he stirred up
the mud with his dounderings. Then a re-
markable thing happened. There is certain
caste OF Indians living along the river banks
who are not afraid of "muggers." Three Of
these fellows stripped OF all their clothes, save
for loincloths, and with one light bamboo pole
between them, waded and swan into deep water,
full Of other crocodleS to where they saw the
blood rising to the surface from the wounded
and maddened reptile
Poking about with the pole, they presently
located MIR. Croc. and to my amazement dived
under the water, seized hold of this large and
dangerous creature and hauled him to the sur
face. Then they dragged him to the bank
kicking, struggling, and snapping-rolled him
ashore and finished him off,
The legend is that the members of this par
ticular caste have curious smell and crocodile
won't bite them In this case, however, the
theory proved to be wrong. for one of the young
fellows was actually nipped in the foot by the
Nmugger" and slight wound inflicted. But they
are the only people have ever heard of who
VIII go into river fun Of crocodiIes and bring
one Of them, still alive, out onto the banks.
They may receive wounds, but believe it is
a fact that members of this caste have never
been killed or even seriously injured by
crocodiles What the real reason for this curious
immunity Is, don't know.