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Title: Sport on the Nilgiris and in Wynaad
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Fletcher, F. W. F
Subjects: Hunting
Publisher: London, Macmillan
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Public Library

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anceaccurately the next morning) he saw me, and stoppedinstantly, rigid as a statue, with his face drawn into anangry snarl as he looked up at me. It was taxing myParadox almost beyond its powers, but the nextmoment the tiger would have been off, so aimingbehind his shoulder at the ridge of his back, I fired.And my grand gun did not fail me, for the shotwas answered by a tell-tale roar, and I heard thebullet go home. For a second I was blinded by thesmoke ; then I saw the tiger flying down the hillsidewith his tail in the air. A branch of the tree juttedacross my perch in such fashion that I could notuse my left barrel, and the tiger plunged into thejungle without my being able to fire another shot.I stood up and listened. A moment, and then Iheard from the edge of the shola four or five bubblinggroans, followed by a long drawn gasp : that the tigerwas giving up the ghost I felt sure. The lines were so close that I had scarcely reachedthe ground when I was surrounded by an eager crowd
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. THE TIGER 171 of coolies who had come up at sound of my shot.I explained what had happened, and one or twoadventurous spirits were for following at once, as the dhoray always kills with one bullet!!! Flattery-prompted no doubt by the thought of the enam to come! Yes, go by all means, said Ugaran, myold cattleman, to the boldest of the crowd, the tigerhas a bullet in his stomach instead of half a cow, andin his present state of mind no doubt a fat young idiotwill soothe him ! At eight next morning I went to the spot. WithChic Mara I made a cast all round the L-shaped shola,but the only track leading out was the one which Ihad seen the morning before, so, dead or alive, it wasclear that the tiger was still in the cover. Then Iwent back to the kill, and took up the track with halfa dozen reliable men from the point where the tigerwas standing when I fired. As far as the shola itwas well marked with blood, but once inside, not adrop of blood could we find. However, the pugswere clear en

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