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THE ELEPHANT WANTS TO GO HOME.
If the Colonel had been a boy he would have had a good laugh at
this mishap of his companion, but as he was a man he tried not to
add to the discomfiture of the Major by making fun of him. But when
the native beaters came up they set up a shout of laughter, and that
made the Major angry enough, and as he wobbled slowly to shore
he growled out to the “black rascals” a command to stop their noise,
and get his horse out.
The black rascals, although they did see a good deal of fun in this
unfortunate tumble, proved themselves very useful, for they cleaned
the horse and saddle, and while the Major took a bath in the river, (at
a place where it was deeper and with a better bottom) they dried his
clothes and brushed them with bunches of twigs until they looked
quite presentable, and in the afternoon they all set out again on their
hunt.
But the Major seemed doomed to misfortune that day. He had no
spear, for his weapon had been broken in the fall of the morning, and
he had sent one of the men back to the village to get him another.
But before the man returned a boar was started up and Colonel
Myles started off in pursuit. The boar dashed into the underbrush,
the Colonel and a dozen natives after him full tilt, and the farther that
boar ran the madder he got.
He didn’t like being chased, and I suppose no sensible boar would
like it.
Directly he made a sharp turn and rushed out of the bushes to the
river bank where the Major was sitting on his horse waiting for his
spear.
Seeing a man on a horse the boar very naturally thought that he
must be the person who had been after him, and so, full of
vengeance, he dashed at him at full speed, his horrid tusks
glistening in the sunlight.
Instantly the Major pulled his feet out of the stirrups and drew his
sword. There was no time to ride away.
But the sword was short, and the boar was very close to the horse,
who snorted and plunged so that the Major could scarcely keep his
seat, much less get a fair crack at the boar.
THE MAJOR AND THE BOAR.
If the savage beast had succeeded in getting under the horse he
would have wounded him desperately.
But Major Alden was a cool and a brave man. He kept the horse
away from the boar as well as he could, and at last he got a good
chance, and down came his sword on the boar’s neck.
But this cut did not seem to cool the boar’s courage very much.
The savage animal still charged, the horse plunged and the Major
slashed, and so the fight went on—charge, plunge, slash, until the
Colonel came riding up with his spear, and soon put an end to the
career of the ferocious boar.
The next time the Major and Colonel Myles went out to hunt they
went after tigers.
Tiger hunting is very popular among the white residents of India,
and it is well that it is, for the natives do not often succeed so well in
their hunts after tigers, as the tigers succeed in their hunts after the
natives.
It is astonishing to read, in the government reports, how many
people are annually killed by tigers in some parts of India.
The Colonel’s first tiger hunt was not a very ambitious one. He did
not go out into the jungle on an elephant in company with forty or fifty
natives, but he and the Major, with two or three followers, started off
on foot. They walked a long distance without seeing a sign of tigers,
although they were in a place where two bullocks had been killed by
these animals the previous night.
Towards noon, however, one of the natives discovered the plain
tracks of a tiger, and the party followed the trail until they lost it in a
mass of rocks. In these rocks, however, was a large cave, and the
natives assured them that they would find the animal in this cave.
No one was particularly anxious to go into it to see if the tiger was
there, but, peering carefully in at the entrance of the cave, the
Colonel was sure that he saw something gleaming far back in the
darkness, and he thought that the bright spot must be one of the
tiger’s eyes.
To be sure, unless it was a one-eyed tiger, he ought to see two
bright spots, but he did not stop to consider this point, but took
deliberate aim at the spot and fired.
Nothing happened. No tiger jumped out.
Then the Major fired, although he was not quite certain that he did
see a shining spot. Still there was no sign of a tiger having been
shot. Even if the beast had been fairly hit by either of the shots, it is
likely that he would have made some disturbance inside the cave, for
tigers are very hard to kill.
Several other shots were fired without effect, and the hunters
came to the conclusion that there was no tiger in the cave.