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Her companions had run back to the village and raised an alarm, and just as a rescue party was starting the twenty frightened men arrived. With an OverDrive account, you can save your favorite libraries for at-a-glance information about availability.
My prompt action in pointing the rifle upwards had possibly saved my life, and in stopping her spring, or in turning to get away, the tigress had dislodged the earth from the top of the bank.
Fortunately she was at her last gasp, and the tap on the foot was sufficient to make her lurch forward. As a general rule to which I have seen no exceptions tigers are responsible for all kills that take place in eatrs, and leopards are responsible for all kills that take place in the dark. His books on the man-eating tigers he once tracked are not only established classics, but have by themselves created almost a separate literary genre.
These stories should prove of entrancing interest to all boys and girls who like exciting yarns; they should be of equal interest to all who take any interest in the wild life of the jungle; they should prove of great value to any genuine sportsman who wishes to earn kunaon his own efforts the credit of shooting a tiger; they will be of interest even to the so-called sportsman who feels some pride in killing a tiger when all that he has done is to fire straight from a safe position on a machan or on the eboook of a staunch elephant, when all the hard work involved in beating up a tiger to his death has been done by others.
Pincha was the smallest and the thinnest of the litter, and it was quite evident he had reached the last ditch in his fight for survival. Making an early start, I breakfasted at Dhunaghat, and completed the journey to Champawat by sunset. Jim Corbett’s name is already a household word in Kumaon; I hope that as a result of this bodk it will get still wider fame.
A bed of Strobilanthes, the bent stalks of which were slowly regaining their upright position, showed where, and how recently, the tigress had passed, and a little further on under an overhanging rock I found where she had left her kill when she came to have a look at me. When he opened his mouth he stopped dead, and when he started to run his mouth closed; so telling him to shut his mouth and lead the way, we ran in silence down the eagers.
Fortunately the wounded animal most unaccountably decided against a charge. When’ it was half-way down it disappeared into heavy exters, and disturbed two ghooral that had been lying up there. There is nothing more disappointing, for a gun dog than to be teft at home when his master goes out, and as bird-shooting was now taboo for Robin, I started taking him with me when I went out after big game. Half a mile up the hill I found the girl’s sari, and on the brow of the hill her skirt.
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Progress under these conditions was of The Chnmpawat Man-eater 19 necessity slow, and the tigress was taking advantage of it tci continue her meal.
All thought of the man-eater was for the time being forgotten as they scrambled down into the ravine to retrieve the bag. On the third occasion the one man who was armed with a gun fired it off, and brought the tiger roaring out of the bushes; after this the attempted rescue was very wisely abandoned. Three cartridges were all that I had brought with me, for I never thought I should get a chance of firing more than two shots, and the third cartridge was for an emergency.
His way led over the previous day’s blood trail, and while still a mile from the spot where the tiger had been left, the leading man, who incidentally was the local shikari, walked on to the wounded tiger and was killed. That he would have a hard time in collecting the men I had no doubt, for the fear of the man-eater had sunk deep into the countryside and more than mild persuasion would be needed to make the men leave the shelter of their homes.
Maybe I bobbed, or maybe the gun was not capable of throwing the cylindrical bullet accu- rately for twenty feet; anyway, the missile missed the tigress’s mouth and struck her on the right paw, from where I removed it later with my finger-nails. When a tiger becomes a man-eater it loses all fear of human beings and, as human beings move about more freely in the day than they do at night, it is able to secure its victims during daylight hours and there Author’s Note xiii is no necessity for it to visit their habitations at night.
These crosses indicate the locality, and the date, of the officially recorded human victims of the man-eating tiger of Chowgarh. There was no need for me to examine the blood to determine the 34 Man-eaters of Kumaon position of the wound, for at the short range I had fired at I had seen the bullet strike, And the spurt of dust on the far side was proof that the bullet had gone right through the leopard’s body.
Step by step, Robin lead- ing, we moved along this line, and had passed the branches and were opposite the trunk when Robin stopped.
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Running forward I very foolishly caught the bird by the neck and lifted it clear of the ground, whereon it promptly lashed out with both legs, and sent Robin heels-over-head. The victim and two other women had selected a tree growing on the edge of a ravine, which I subsequently found was about four feet deep and ten to twelve feet wide.
However, the risk would have to be taken, and, aligning the great blob of a bead that did duty as a sight on the tigress’s open mouth, I fired. While I had been skinning the iumaon the Tahsildar and his staff, assisted by the Khmaon and greybeards of the surround- ing villages and merchants of the Champawat bazaar, had been busy drawing up a programme for a great feast and dance for the morrow, at which I was to preside.
A very violent cyclonic storm had struck this part of the forest the previous summer, uprooting a number of trees; it was towards one of these fallen trees, forty yards from where we were standing, that Robin was now looking.
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From the moment the tigress had broken cover in her attempt to get through the gorge I had forgotten the beaters, until I was suddenly reminded of their existence by hearing a shout, from a short distance up the hill, of ‘There it is on the rock!
I was unarmed and all the assistance I could render was to ‘ Ho ‘ and ‘ Har ‘ at the full extent of my lungs.
Half a century has rolled by since the day the tiger walked out of the plum bush, the latter thirty-two years of which have been spent in the more or less regular pursuit of man-eaters, and though sights have been seen which would have causfiiLa. Merlin Unwin Books Limited Imprint: The ground was open with a few trees here and there, and after going steeply down for thirty or forty yards flattened out for a few yards, before going sharply down into the valley below.
Following the blood trail from where it left the ravine we found the place in the bushes where the tigress had eaten her kill. One was eating at the hind quarters of the cow, while the other was lying near by licking its paws.
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On a Cold Road. From early boyhood I have made a hobby of reading, and interpreting, jungle signs. The rage of the crowd on seeing their dread enemy was quite understandable, for there was not a man among kumon who had not suffered at her hands.
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