My three years in Manipur : $b and escape from the recent mutinyGrimwood, Ethel St. Clair
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My three years in Manipur : $b and escape from the recent mutiny
Grimwood, Ethel St. Clair
Grimwood, Ethel St. Clair, 1867-1928; Manipur (India)
A number of men kept for the purpose would start out to the spot where
the tiger was supposed to be with nets and enormous spears. They
surrounded the bit of jungle first with nets and afterwards with a strong
bamboo fence, which, when erected, enabled them to remove the nets. The
whole of the royal family then arrived and ourselves, and ascended into
little platforms built up very high off the ground to be safely out of
reach of the tiger should he escape; and then, with much blowing of
trumpets and shouting, the fun began. The jungle inside the fence was
then cut down, each cutter being protected by another man armed with an
enormous spear. By degrees all the jungle was cut and the tiger forced to
appear, when the occupants of the platforms all shot at him at once and
ended his career. Sometimes the tiger was speared by the men inside the
fence, but the poor beast always had ten or twelve wounds in him when we
came to examine him. It was exciting, but it was not sport, and I always
felt sorry for the tiger. Whenever I was present the Maharajah presented
me with the skin and claws, and I got quite a collection in my three
years at Manipur.
The princes always seemed to like our taking an interest in their
concerns, and they frequently visited us, even sometimes on Sundays with
a small following, and without any ceremony. Their people remained in the
veranda, and they used to come into the drawing-room and talk to us, and
look at our photographs and my husband’s guns.
Any new invention in the latter pleased them immensely, and they
immediately wished to know where the weapon was made and all particulars.
They generally stayed with us some time on these occasions. Two or three
days afterwards they would ask my husband to shoot or ride with them,
and we always saw something of them during the week. On one occasion
I mentioned to them that I had never seen a shell fired, so they got
the Maharajah to arrange for a field-day, and we rode out to their own
rifle-range, and saw their two mountain-guns brought out with different
kinds of shell, and fired by the Senaputti himself.
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