I may give another incident, to shew how closely tigers will sometimes stick to cover; they are sometimes as bad to dislodge as a quail or a hare; they will crouch down and conceal themselves till you almost trample on them.  One day a party of the Purneah Club were out; they had shot two fine tigers out of several that had been seen; the others were known to have gone ahead into some jungle surrounded by water, and easy to beat.  Before proceeding further it was proposed accordingly to have some refreshment.  The tiffin elephant was directed to a tree close by, beneath whose shade the hungry sportsmen were to plant themselves; the elephant had knelt down, one or two boxes had actually been removed, several of the servants were clearing away the dried grass and leaves.  H.W.S. came up on the opposite side of the tree, and was in the act of leaping off his elephant, when an enormous tiger got up at his very feet, and before the astounded sportsmen could handle a gun, the formidable intruder had cleared the bushes with a bound, and disappeared in the thick jungle.

The following adventure bears me out in my remark, that tigers get attached to, and like to remain in, one place.  Mr. F. Simpson, a thorough-going sportsman of the good old type, had been out one day in the Koosee derahs; he had had a long and unsuccessful beat for tiger, and had given up all hope of bagging one that day; he thought therefore that he might as well turn his attention to more ignoble game.  Extracting his bullets, he replaced them with No. 4 shot.  In a few minutes a peacock got up in front of him, and he fired.  The report roused a very fine tiger right in front of his elephant; to make the best of a bad bargain, he gave the retreating animal the full benefit of his remaining charge of shot, and peppered it well.  About a year after, close to this very place, C.A.S. bagged a fine tiger.  On examination, the marks of a charge of shot were found in the flanks, and on removing the pads of the feet, numbers of pellets of No. 4 shot were found embedded in them.  It was evidently the animal that had been peppered a year before, and the pellets had worked their way downwards to the feet.

On another occasion, a man came to the factory where George was then residing, to give information of a tiger.  He bore on his back numerous bleeding scratches, ample evidence of the truth of his story.  While cutting grass in the jungle, with a blanket on his back, the day being rainy, he had been attacked by a tiger from the rear.  The blanket is generally folded several times, and worn over the head and back.  It is a thick heavy covering, and in the first onset the tiger tore the blanket from the man’s body, which was probably the means of saving his life.  The man turned round, terribly scared, as may be imagined.  In desperation he struck at the tiger with his sickle, and according to his own account, he succeeded in putting out one of its eyes.  He said it was a