Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no. 142, vol. III, September 18, 1886Various
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Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no. 142, vol. III, September 18, 1886
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Nothing shows more the marvellous strength possessed by the tiger than
the way in which he carries his victim away. I remember the first time
I was shown where a tiger had dragged a full-grown bullock. I could
not believe it possible; and it was not until after we had killed the
robber—only an ordinary-sized tigress—and I had carefully gone over
on foot the ground where she had dragged her prey, that I found that
she had not only dragged the dead bullock—an animal, I should think,
considerably beyond her own weight—over very rough ground and through
a dense cane-brake; but that in some places, as the marks showed, she
must actually have lifted the fore-quarters of the bullock off the
ground in her mouth, and have walked several yards with it in that
position. When the victim has been dragged to what the tiger considers
a position of security, it will sit down and make a good meal, and
then retire a short distance from its prey to some particularly thick
bush or tuft of grass, and there remain until the following night, and
then return for another meal. In consequence of this well-known habit,
‘a kill,’ as it is called, is the best of all _khubber_, and in such
cases, if the tiger has not been disturbed, the sportsman is almost
sure to find him lying somewhere close to the carcase; and if his
arrangements are well made, is pretty sure to get a shot at him.
Our shikarees, stimulated by liberal backsheesh when their news
resulted in a bag, used often to bring us in _khubber_; but sometimes
the news was not very good; and when this was the case, the less
ardent sportsmen of our number would frequently refuse to go out, and
would make over their turn to me. I never refused, for I was young and
enthusiastic enough to love the fun and the excitement of the hunt,
even when our expedition resulted in no bag; and did not care for the
chaff with which my sedater comrades would greet me on my return.
Sometimes, however, the laugh was on my side; but I was wise enough,
with a view to future contingencies, not to indulge in it too much.
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