Archive image from page 47 of The diary of a sportsman. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India . diaryofsportsman00steb Year: 1920 22 DIARY OF A SPORTSMAN NATURALIST lucky hit, vowing I would never act like that again, and so forth. We have all been through it The orderly with me slept like a log, and snored and grunted at intervals. I could not sleep a wink. Anxiety kept me awake. With the first grey appear- ance of the dawn I strained my eyes downwards. Dimly I made out the outline of the kill. There was no tiger lying on or near it. I still hoped that he might be in the neighbourhood
Archive image from page 47 of The diary of a sportsman. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India . diaryofsportsman00steb Year: 1920 22 DIARY OF A SPORTSMAN NATURALIST lucky hit, vowing I would never act like that again, and so forth. We have all been through it The orderly with me slept like a log, and snored and grunted at intervals. I could not sleep a wink. Anxiety kept me awake. With the first grey appear- ance of the dawn I strained my eyes downwards. Dimly I made out the outline of the kill. There was no tiger lying on or near it. I still hoped that he might be in the neighbourhood, badly wounded perhaps As soon as it was light enough we carefully surveyed the stony beds of the two streams, but could see nothing. We then descended and hunted from below all round the kill, but found no trace of the tiger save for his pug marks nor any blood. There is another tiger incident, I remember, in con- nexion with this district. I was out on duty bent with an assistant, M. We had parted on the slope of a forest- covered hiU, I going straight to the top, only a few hundred yards away, he with orders to make a slight detour to inspect some work and then to join me at the top. I had just arrived at the summit, and was standing to get my breath and look round me, when I heard hurried foot- steps behind. I turned. My assistant was advancing rapidly, and as I caught sight of his face, pale and tense with excitement, I jokingly said, ' What on earth's the matter ? You look as if you had met a tiger.' In jerky words M. replied that that was just what he had done. ' What ' I exclaimed, ' impossible here.' However, he soon convinced me—words and manner were convincing enough. M. had apparently got on to a narrow, stony animal run, which followed a contour round the hill, and turning a corner sharply had come face to face with a tiger within fifteen yards. The man stopped, petrified with amazement, and stared at the beast. The tiger recovered himself first, or felt fear
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