After the beat was over the beaters rushed up, and one of the natives, who had no doubt seen the tiger from a point on the hill above, said, “His back is broken, and he must be dead; let us go in and drag him out.”  Feeling that it would be better to wait a little longer to make quite sure, I said, just to quiet them, “Stand the people in line and count them for the division of the reward.”  I had not counted more than five when up got the tiger close to us with a startling roar, and I then experienced what Colonel Peyton has said, namely, that there are very few even of the stanchest sportsmen who will not draw back a pace or two at the sudden roar of a wounded tiger.  On this occasion I removed more than that, for I at once seized a rifle and ran several yards up the hill to gain the advantage of the ground, and I need hardly say that there was a slight scatter amongst the unarmed natives.  But as the tiger did not charge out, I saw that he was probably off, and at once ran down the side of the jungly ravine to head him, and at the first break in the jungle got up into a tree.  The tiger almost immediately appeared on the opposite side of the ravine, going steadily along, and showing no signs of being wounded whatever, and I fired at, but missed him, partly on account of my awkward position in the tree and partly from excitement.  Then I ran on to the next open break in the jungly ravine, and again got up into a tree.  By this time the beaters came up in the rear of the tiger, who refused to go further down the ravine, or was unable to do so, and the natives sent to me to go up and attack the tiger in the jungle, to which I replied by requesting them to be good enough to forward the animal to me.  However, as he refused to move, and it was getting late, I went up the ravine, and they pointed out the tiger, which was lying on its side.  I fired a shot at it, when it got up, then I fired another at once, and it fell and died almost immediately.  This was by far the largest tiger ever killed in our district, and an old sportsman who had seen much of shooting during a long residence in India told me that he was sure he had never seen a larger skin, and did not know that he had ever seen one as big.  As evidence of size, he attached, I may mention, great importance to the width of the skin of the tail just at its junction with the body.  The paws of this tiger, too, were remarkably larger than those of other tigers.  I found that the first bullet had taken effect in the neck, which it had no doubt grazed with sufficient force to paralyze the tiger for a time, and Colonel Peyton records a similar case where great risk had been incurred from approaching a tiger apparently dead, but where the spine had been merely grazed.