We could plainly see, that with only one elephant we could never dislodge the tigress, so making the coolies beat up the patch in lines, we shot several pig and a hog-deer, and adjourned for something to eat by the bank of the creek.  We had been trying to oust the tigress for over four hours, but she was as wise as she was savage, and refused to become a mark for our bullets in the open.  After lunch we made another grand attempt.  We promised the coolies double pay if they roused the tigress to flight.  The elephant was forced again into the nurkool very much against his will, and the mahout was promised a reward if we got the tigress.  The din this time was prodigious, and strange to say they got quite close up to the big withered tree without the usual roar and charge.  This seemed somewhat to stimulate the beaters and the old elephant.  The coolies redoubled their cries, smote among the reeds with their heavy staves, and shouted encouragement to each other.  Right in the middle of the line, as it seemed to us from the outside, there was then a fierce roar and a mighty commotion.  Cries of fear and consternation arose, and forth poured the coolies again, helter skelter, like so many rabbits from a warren when the weasel or ferret has entered the burrow.  Right before me a huge old boar and a couple of sows came plunging forth.  I let them get on a little distance from the brake, and then with my ‘Express’ I rolled over the tusker and one of his companions, and just then the General shouted out to me, ‘There’s the tiger!’

I looked in the direction of his levelled gun, and there at the edge of the jungle was a handsome half-grown tiger cub, beautifully marked, his tail switching angrily from side to side, and his twitching retracted lips and bristling moustache drawn back like those of a vicious cat, showing his gleaming polished fangs and teeth.

The General had a fine chance, took a steady aim, and shot the young savage right through the heart.  The handsome young tiger gave one convulsive leap into the air and fell on his side stone dead.  We could not help a cheer, and shouted for Fullerton, who soon came running up.  We got some coolies together, but they were frightened to go near the dead animal, as we could plainly hear the old vixen inside snarling and snapping, for all the world like an angry terrier.  We heard her half-suppressed growl and snarl.  She was evidently in a fine temper.  How we wished for a couple of staunch elephants to hunt her out of the cane.  It was no use, however, the elephant would not go near the jungle again.  The coolies were thoroughly scared, and had got plenty of pork and venison to eat, so did not care for anything else.  We collected a lot of tame buffaloes, and tried to drive them through the jungle, but the coolies had lost heart, and would not exert themselves; so we had to content ourselves with the cub, who measured six feet three inches (a very handsome skin it was), and very reluctantly had to leave the savage mother alone.  I never saw a brute charge so persistently as she did.  She always rushed forward with a succession of roars, and was very wary and cunning.  She never charged home, she did not even touch the elephant or any of the coolies, but evidently trusted to frighten her assailants away by a bold show and a fierce outcry.