. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India. Hunting; Game protection. A REAL TIGER STORY 235 grass, the man in the howdah bending over now and then and looking downward into the long grass, his rifle half up to his shoulder ready for a snap shot. I began to think that it was all over, as I felt confident that no tiger could have remained out there so long, with that din on top of it. " Again the grass on the far side of the nullah swayed slightly, and from almost the exact spot at which the tiger had looked out shortly before, another and very large tiger's head appeared. I could not
. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India. Hunting; Game protection. A REAL TIGER STORY 235 grass, the man in the howdah bending over now and then and looking downward into the long grass, his rifle half up to his shoulder ready for a snap shot. I began to think that it was all over, as I felt confident that no tiger could have remained out there so long, with that din on top of it. " Again the grass on the far side of the nullah swayed slightly, and from almost the exact spot at which the tiger had looked out shortly before, another and very large tiger's head appeared. I could not have put my feelings of absolute astonishment into words, had I tried. But it is ever the unexpected that happens in sport. For an instant the big tiger stood at gaze and then came out of the grass and disappeared. There was a drop there, and I now under- stood the configuration of the ground. He had sprung down this and was in the long grass of the ravine. Whether he had seen the elephant or not I could not say. We were in shadow, so I think not. We traced his stealthy approach by the waving grass heads. Suddenly I saw a patch of him, and fired on the instant. A roar answered my shot, and I saw a bound- ing streak of yellow, at which I fired again, and it seem- ed to disappear. Before I had time to make up my mind as to what had happened, how- ever, a second roar sounded on my ears, the empty rifl e and seized hold of my second in the rack. As my hand felt and grasped it, an undulating yellow streak came out of the grass and flung itself at the tusker's head with a blood-curdUng roar. The elephant never moved, but raised up his head to endeavour to get the tigress, for she it was, on to his tusks. The movement unsteadied me, and I gripped the railing of the howdah with one hand to get my feet again, whilst I hfted up the rifle with the other hand. The tigress was now on the base of the elephant's trunk, endeavouring to make good a purchase, and the tusker was shaking himself i
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