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Title: Wandering words. Reprinted, by permission, from papers published in the "Daily telegraph" and foreign journals and magazines. By Sir Edwin Arnold. With illustrations from drawings by Ben Boothby and from photographs
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Arnold, Edwin, Sir, 1832-1904
Subjects: Voyages and travels
Publisher: London, New York : Longmans, Green, and co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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ed in theproper quarters, and an expedition of practised tiger-shooters was equipped among the officers at thenearest station. The beast was tracked, and waskilled after receiving eleven bullets, and then itturned out that she had a half-grown cub which hadlost a limb, so that the maternal affection of the THE TIGERS VILLAGE 253 ferocious parent had driveu it to such desperateways. Indeed, the spectacle of that village was fullof philosophical suggestiveness. The dead humanmother had been slain by reason of the very sameinstinct which had made her seek in vain topreserve her child from the attack of the tigress,driven to its wits ends to find food for its own help-less offspring. The tigress was in her way as ten-der a parent as the loving mother whom she mur-dered : and then, besides, there was the whole villagedepopulated, to make one wonder what sort of aworld it would have been if, as might well havehappened, tigers had evolved as masters of the globeinstead of men. XIIIWILD BOARS
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XIII WILD BOARS In days when I used to fish and shoot and hunt, andvariously kill the beautiful or interesting wild crea-tures of the woods and fields—which now I would notdo—I came to know a good deal about the wild boar.And you cannot know much about him without verydeeply respecting him. No beast has a higher prideor finer courage, and none becomes the savage sur-roundings of his home with better lordliness. lie isafraid of nothing, armed as he goes with the twinscimitars of his gleaming tusks, and cased in bristlyhide, which is a span thick over the withers. TheIndian boar will do battle against the tiger itself, andnot always get the worst of the contest, for one goodrip with those sharp moon-shaped tushes—such as Ihave seen slash through saddle-girths and numdah,letting out a horses entrails—will start a scarlet stripeamong the black stripes of the tyrant of the jungle,out of which he quickly bleeds to death. And ifsportsmen must and will slay—nor can it be main-tained

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