The International Monthly, Volume 4, No. 1, August, 1851Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 4, No. 1, August, 1851
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
The pony was active and cheerful, and even the beastly image under the
banian-tree did not look so grim. On our arrival at the ground, the
half-wild fellows who had watched all day, dropped down from their
trees, and reported that nothing had happened during the day, and that
the place had been undisturbed. A few vultures appeared about midday
and settled on the carcass, but had been driven off; further they had
nothing to say.
They were referred to the tent for payment for their day's work, and,
in due course, took their departure with my people.
Once more left alone!--this time quite alone, for my poor companion of
last night lay stiff and stark in the position I saw her fall, when
the tiger relinquished his hold.
Alarmed by the already slightly smelling carrion, or finding water
elsewhere, left by the down-pour of last night, no peaceful or other
living thing paid me a visit, if I except some few crows, who with
heavy wings swept past, or perched on neighboring trees, cawing, and
winking their eyes, and peering cautiously and inquisitively at the
dead cow. Only one among the crew hovered and lighted on the dead
beast's head; but although he made several picks at the lips and eyes,
opening and shutting his wings the while on his strong, sleek,
wiry-looking body, and cawing lustily, nobody heeded him; so,
appearing to be alarmed at being solus in the scene, he took his
departure.
Night succeeded day, and the moon, in unclouded beauty, made the dark
jungle a fairy scene. There was but one drawback; the cow lay dead,
the tiger had been fired at, and experience whispered, 'the
opportunity has gone by.'
By-and-by a jackal passed, like a shadow among the bushes, so
small-looking, so much the color of all around, that it remained a
doubt; more of these passed to and fro, and then a bolder ventured on
the plain sand, and up to the rump of the dead beast, took two or
three hard tugging bites, and was gone. As the night grew later, they
became less fearful, and half-a-dozen of them together were tugging
and tearing, till breaking the entrails, the gas escaped in a loud
rumbling, which dispersed my friends among the bushes in a moment; but
they were almost immediately back, and the confidence with which they
went to work, convinced me that my hope was hopeless.
It must have been eleven o'clock when my ears caught the echo among
the rocks, and then the distant roar--nearer--nearer--nearer; and--oh,
joy!--answered. Tiger and tigress!--above all hope!--coming to
recompense me for hundreds of night-watchings--to balance a long
account of weary nights in the silent jungle, in platforms on trees,
in huts of leaf and bramble, and in damp pits on the water's edge--all
bootless;--coming--coming--nearer, and nearer.
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