. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India. Hunting; Game protection. BACK IN THE JUNGLES AGAIN 187 warn him of danger. The suspense was painful. I was just giving up hope when a greyish shape appeared below me without a sound. It was the tiger. He loomed enormous though indistinct in the struggling light, stepping as lightly as a tomcat walking over a lawn, his tail swinging from side to side. The night was absolutely still, not a breath of air was moving and he evidently had no idea of our dangerous neigh- bourhood, for he was looking straight ahead. In spite of the light I felt quite co
. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India. Hunting; Game protection. BACK IN THE JUNGLES AGAIN 187 warn him of danger. The suspense was painful. I was just giving up hope when a greyish shape appeared below me without a sound. It was the tiger. He loomed enormous though indistinct in the struggling light, stepping as lightly as a tomcat walking over a lawn, his tail swinging from side to side. The night was absolutely still, not a breath of air was moving and he evidently had no idea of our dangerous neigh- bourhood, for he was looking straight ahead. In spite of the light I felt quite con- fident of the shot, too con- fident perhaps as it appeared such an easy one. I had brought up the rifle very near the position of firing before the animal appeared to avoid attracting his attention by a movement, the frequent cause of so many missed opportunities r"^ ->.. for the eye of the jungle inhabitant is extraordinarily quick at catching any un- toward movement to which he is not accustomed. I had only to raise the rifle a few inches to sight on the animal and as soon as I was on I pulled the trigger. The report was followed by a loud roar and the tiger, who was dead in front of me, reared up on end and nearly fell over backwards. He righted himself, however, and came down on all fours, falling over on his side as he did so. I refrained from firing again thinking he was finished. To my astonishment, however, the beast was up again in a trice, whisked round, and bounded away. I hurriedly aimed on his grey shape and fired again, the report being followed by a loud growl. A swish of grass and a crash of bushes followed as the tiger entered the forest again on the side from which he had emerged and then silence. " The sahib should have fired his second barrel sooner while the tiger was on the ground," came from. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appe
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