Wild Beasts and Their Ways, Reminiscences of Europe, Asia, Africa and America — Volume 1Baker, Samuel White, Sir
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Wild Beasts and Their Ways, Reminiscences of Europe, Asia, Africa and America — Volume 1
Baker, Samuel White, Sir
Animal behavior; Hunting
Hardly had the sound impressed itself upon the ear, when a dull but
heavy tread upon the brittle leaves which strewed the surface arrested
my attention. This was repeated in so slow but regular a manner, that I
felt sure it denoted the stealthy step of a tiger. I looked along the
different nullahs, but could see nothing. The sound ceased for at least
a minute, when once more the tread upon dead leaves decided me that the
animal was somewhere not far distant. At this moment I raised my eyes
from the nullahs in which he was expected, and I saw, through the
intervening leafless mass of bushes upon the opposing slope, a dim
outline of an enormous tiger, so indistinct that the figure resembled
the fading appearance of a dissolving view. Slowly and stealthily the
shadowy form advanced along the face of the slope, exactly crossing my
line of sight. This was the "possessed of the devil" that had escaped
during so many years, and I could not help thinking that, many persons
would risk the shot in its present position, when the bullet must cut
through a hundred twigs before it could reach the mark, and thus would
probably be deflected. The tiger was now about 40 yards distant, and
although the bushes were all leafless, there was one exception, which
lay in the direct path the tiger was taking, a little upon my right;
this was a very dense and large green bush called karoonda. Exactly to
the right, upon the edge of this opaque screen, there was an open space
about 9 or 10 feet wide, where a large rotten tree had been blown down;
and should the tiger continue its present course it would pass the
karoonda bush and cross over the clear opening. I resolved to wait;
therefore, resting my left elbow upon my knee, I covered the shoulder of
the unconscious tiger, and followed it with the .577 rifle carefully,
resolved to exorcise the devil that had for so long protected it.
The shouts of the beaters were now heard distinctly, and the loud
tom-tom sounded cheerfully as the line approached. Several times the
tiger stopped, and turned its head to listen; then it disappeared from
view behind the dense screen of the karoonda bush.
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