. Old Ironsides, the hero of Tripoli and 1812, and other tales and adventures on sea and land . mind. Perhaps a shoutmight delay the attack, and we gave one with allthe power of our throats. The monster seemed to hesitate, raising his heada little, as he crouched in his tracks, and at thatmoment the old Jersey discovered him. In an instant a change came over the his head in a kind of fierce surprise, thehorned brute faced his foe; then, dropping hissharp bayonets to a dead level, he rushed uponthe intruder with tremendous force. The tiger had not bargained for this, and itrequire
. Old Ironsides, the hero of Tripoli and 1812, and other tales and adventures on sea and land . mind. Perhaps a shoutmight delay the attack, and we gave one with allthe power of our throats. The monster seemed to hesitate, raising his heada little, as he crouched in his tracks, and at thatmoment the old Jersey discovered him. In an instant a change came over the his head in a kind of fierce surprise, thehorned brute faced his foe; then, dropping hissharp bayonets to a dead level, he rushed uponthe intruder with tremendous force. The tiger had not bargained for this, and itrequired all his catlike agility to save him. Spring-ing up and bounding aside for a few yards, heleaped lightly upon a flat rock about four feethigh, where he again crouched in an attitude ofdefiance, snarling with wide-open jaws. Xows our time! cried Harold; we musthurry and get our guns! And down we wenthustling through the thick limbs of the oak. It was our first impulse to fire at the tiger fromthe ground where we stood, but as the bull keptdirectly in the way, it was evident that this would. V DOZEN OR TWENTY TIMES HE WAS THROWN. 277 278 °LD IRONSIDES. not answer; and, besides, our very terror restrainedus; it might be easier to fire than to kill. Getting back into the tree with our guns, bothof which contained heavy charges of buckshot, wequickly posted ourselves so as to improve the firstopening for a fair aim. The tiger still crouchedupon his rock of refuge, roaring close in the faceof his enemy, yet hesitating to spring upon him;while the strong-necked old Jersev shook his curlv f t/ head and fairly screamed at the vellow brute he »/ t, was not quite able to reach. A bulls voice in a rage is a strange mixture offrightful sounds, even more so than a tigers. We had our guns levelled, watching our oppor-tunity. Presently the striped terror sprang upfrom his crouching posture, raising himself threat-eningly upon his hind feet, with his tawny breastfully exposed. Since then I h
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