Robert Merry's Museum, Vol. VIII, July to December, 1844Various
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Robert Merry's Museum, Vol. VIII, July to December, 1844
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Children's literature -- Periodicals
He expected that an effectual barrier would thus be put to the further
progress of our pursuers; but he was mistaken; for he had scarcely
accomplished his task, when the tigress, without a moment’s pause,
rushed towards the chasm, and attempted to bound over it. It was a
fearful sight to see the mighty animal suspended for a moment in the
air, above the abyss; but the scene passed like a flash of lightning.
Her strength was not equal to the distance; she fell into the gulf,
and, before she reached the bottom, was torn into a thousand pieces by
the jagged points of the rocks.
Her fate did not in the least dismay her companion; he followed her
with an immense spring, and reached the opposite side, but only with
his fore claws; and thus he clung to the edge of the precipice,
endeavoring to gain a footing. The Indians again uttered a wild shriek,
as if all hope had been lost.
But Wharton, who was nearest the edge of the rock, advanced
courageously towards the tiger, and struck his sword into the animal’s
breast. Enraged beyond all measure, the wild beast collected all his
strength, and, with a violent effort, fixing one of his hind legs
upon the cliff, he seized Wharton by the thigh. That heroic man still
preserved his fortitude; he grasped the trunk of a tree with his left
hand, to steady and support himself, while with his right hand he
wrenched and violently turned the sword, that was still in the breast
of the tiger. All this was the work of an instant. The Indians, Frank,
and myself hastened to his assistance; but Lincoln, who was already at
his side, had seized Wharton’s gun, which lay near upon the ground, and
struck so powerful a blow with the butt-end upon the head of the tiger,
that the animal, stunned and overpowered, let go his hold and fell back
into the abyss.--_Edinburgh Literary Journal._
The Ingenious Cricket.
In the mountains of Malacca there is a species of cricket, which makes
a loud noise with its wings at certain seasons, probably to attract
its mate. Not content with the simple sound which it can produce by a
natural action, it is said to resort to an exceedingly curious acoustic
contrivance to increase it. In the sides of a hole which it forms in
the earth, large enough to contain its body, it hollows out seven small
tunnels, which, diverging from that common centre, and penetrating
towards the surface of the ground, at length open above in a circle of
a palm’s breadth in diameter. These cylindrical apertures, being made
quite smooth within, expand towards the top, where each may be half
an inch wide, like so many minute speaking-trumpets. The insect then
taking its stand in the central cavity which communicates with these,
and there exercising its fairy minstrelsy, the sound passes through
each tube; and, whatever be the use of this peculiar structure, the
tiny musician within makes hill-side and thicket ring with the chirping
din which he emits from it.--_Bennet and Tyerman._
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