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:The Menagerie Hunters;

Fanny Hobart the Animal Queen.

‘ AStory of Wonderful Adventures
in the Jungles.

BY MAJOR H. GRENVILLE,
“ ens GULL.”

 

CHAPTER I.

THE JUNGLE HUNTERS AND THEIR GAME.

TEE‘good old English steamer Admiral, with
steam up, and about to start on her home voy-
age to London, lay alongside the Government
dock at Calcutta, or rather just in the moor-
iug.

Her decks were crowded with a. motley col-
lection of East Indians, Englishmen, Scotch-
men, and a few Americans.

Native dealers in every possible commodity
and curiosity were on board selling their carved
ebony, ivory, sandalwood, and elephant tusks
engraved with all the hideous hieroglyphics of

- that strange land, while the gentle land-breezes
occasionally waited to their sensitive smells
the fragrant aromas and spicy odors of Cal-
cutta, while the palm—fringed shores, miles
away, gave additional beauty to the scene.

The Americans who were aboard, were
some hunters and daring travelers who had
been over a year in the East Indies, or rather
in Hindostan, leading a life of adventure and
trials; and the forward and middle deck of the
old Admiral, with its enormous cages of wild
animals and its boxes of stuffed ones, gave evi-
dence of the success of their trip.

They were a determined, muscular set of
men, whose face and hand scars, and piercing
cool eyes, gave evidence of the rough but de-
termined fights and victories they had won.

At last the anchor is “hove short,” the pilot
has command on the bridge, the “go-ahead”
bell is mg, and amid the waving of handker—
chiefs, the farewell shouts of the crowd on

.- shore and aboard, the good old ship starts on
her long journey to London, and the company
settle themselves down to the novelty of their
situation, and to devise means to pass or while
away the hour.

Among the many beautiful spots in India,
none can I imagine excel that of Calcutta for
richness of soil, diversity of race, beauty of
scenery, and the energy and intelligence of its
inhabitants: and the sail out into the Bay of
Bengal, a bay which leads into the ludinn
Ocean, on the eastern extremity of Hindostan,

is a perfect pleasure excursion of beauty and '

richness.

iof plantains and feathery rustling bambdos,
lsend up their pale gray smoke into the still
warm air.

Great masses of mango wood show a dark
outline at intervals, and here and there the
towery figure of an Indian factory pierces the
sky, while the elegant, sumptuous buildings of
the East India Company, the wealthy native
residents’ palatial houses, and the rich Govern-
ment edifices. lend a substantial, elegant back-
ground to this still handsome picture.

This, and the attractions of seeing Calcutta
for the last time, kept the crowd on deck until
the damp, dangerous, malarious dew of evening
commenced to fall.

Then the cabin and smoking-room, just for-
ward of the main saloon, was the center of at-
traction to those Americans ‘with whom we
have to deal.

Sam Forepaugh, a hunter and beast-tamer,

agent of an Eastern prince, or London merchant
in wild animals, was the oldest hunter aboard,
and his long, grizzly beard and heavily-covered
‘ eyes gave evidence of plenty of outdoor exer-
‘ cise.

John Lewis, another hunter, but hardly as
long a resident of India, as Forepaugh, Was
full of incidents and accidents of the Indian
jungles, and had made animal hunting a profit
and study. He was of good old stock, and as
he often said, “Never feared any animal that
wagged a. taill”

John Gray, a dark-featured, tall, straight-
looking man, was a descendant of the American
Indians of long ago, those tribes who have been
wiped off of the face of the earth, and have
left nothing as monuments of their valor and
daring, but the memory of their acts, their
traditions, and their mounds that perpetually
greet the eye on our Florida and Western
frontier. Mr. Lewis had only been in India a
few years, and was already on his way home,
a simple visitor to the old scenes of his boy-
hood. He was a man of excellent education
and a. fine conversationalist, as my young
friends will discover when they hear his his-
tory of the Indians of America as told later‘on.

This group was the center of attraction, as
their fume had already preceded them, and
the passengers expected a rich treat from their
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. separation of a. year ago.

“Sam,” said one of his companions “ it is a
long time since we all mat together after our
What do you say

» to our passing away the time by telling our

Innumerable villages, nestling amid groves; “ Yes, I hava had a pretty tough deal of it

experiences or adventures in the jungles? You,
from your experience and longer acquaintance
with this country, can tell us something that
is interesting, and I am sure well worth our
attention.”

who had spent many years in India as an ~-

   

 

    
 

  

 

  
 

 

 

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this time, boys, and that last animal I sent to
her untimely end, along with a party of ofli-
cers in the Bhaugulporc, was the most exciting
event I ever had!” answered old Sam.

“Yes, let us have it, Sam. First, what will
we drink?”

“ Oh, I don’t care for anything, a cool port—
wine sangaree will do me!”

“So say we all!” answered the voices of one
or two of the group, who had lit their pipes,
and were congregated around Old Sam wait-
ing patiently to hear his exciting story.

And still the good old ship plowed her
weary way, and With an occasional lniige or
roll at the angry waves, seemed to laugh at
their efforts to retard her, as she raised her
bow on high and revengefully driving it into
their very bowels, steadily continued on her

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CHAPTER II.

EXCITING JUNGLE SCENE —- ENCOUNTER WITH A
TIGER, AND FIGHT BET‘VEEN TIGRESS AND

BUFFALOES, AND NIGHT ENCOUNTER WITH :

A LEOPORD.

“WELL,” said old Sam. lighting his pipe and
stretching his feet out on the swinging table in
front of him, “one of the most terrific and ex-
citing seenes I ever saw in the jungles, was
last April, at the village of Baheylci in Bhau-
gulpore. 1 had been cncamped with a few
trns'y followers, natives, and was shooting
game; such birds as whistlers, teals, widgeons,
mallard, ducks, snipe, curlew, blue fouls, being
plenty; while in the vicinity I could have an
occasional shot at the hare, hog, deer and wild
pig. It was my favorite camping spot in my
days of rest from hunting the savage beasts:
which I had been employed to capture and kill.
Iwas laying off in my tent, swinging in my
hammock, enjoying the breeze that occasional-
ly came in through the flaps, while a posse of
villagers were congregated around outside un-
der the shade of an old mango tree. My
horses were made fast near the tent, while in
the rear, were my ten elephants, their legs
manacled, and their ears flapping, and tails,

stumpy little whips, trying to brush away an ,

occasional fly. Once in a while, one would be-
come angry at the annoying flies, and tearing

up ayoung brush or tree, by its roots, vindic- t

tively and savagely beat at them until the pain
on his own side would make him angry, and
he would growl and bellow at himself. My
dogs, for I had a number of good dogs, were
lying around, dreaming of dogland, and the
nuisance of flies
drowsy or almost asleep from the excessive
heat.

“Suddenly there was a painful silence.
Every noise seemed to subside as it by mutual

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Presently I saw three natives rush
madly along a high ridge just surrounding my’
camp. I smelt danger. I knew these lazy
fellows could not be made to move, unless ex—
cited by fear, or a great amount of money. I

‘knew, therefore, it was the former. Their

‘ hasty stampede had aroused the camp. The
elephants scented danger, and screamed their
war-cry; my hostlers came in, their faces
white, to ask the reason. Everything was ex-
cited, nervous, anxious. The natives shouted:
‘Baghl Bagh! Rhodamaundl Arnee hap ne

bap! Raml Ram seeta raml’ which means:
‘Ohl oh, Lord. We are ruinedl Is there no
help? Eelpl’

, “One of the three natives who had run away
pell-mell, came back breathless and frightened
to death, and hurriedly salaamed, and then
with gasps and choking stops, and amid a hur-
ried number of questions from the crowd, in—
formed us that there was a very mad tigress
on the other side of the mullah, or dry water-
, course, and that she had attacked a herd of
, buffaloes, and they thought she had cubs.
, “My elephant was already caparisoned, and
t my gun and cartridges were already being
i placed on her back by my servant, soI followed
] suit, and accompanied by four men, one my
‘ guide, I set out.
“I did not wish to kill the brute, but if
, possible to capture her. I had not gone very
, far when, on the other side of the mullah, I saw
i the dust flying, and heard a terrific mad bray-
v ing, bellowing, clashing of horns, and then
, saw an angry herd of huifaloes. I have
; never seen such a terrible sight. The buffaloes
with their eyes glaring, stood at bay, and as
they advanced in a series of short runs, heads ,
low, and horns pointed, they looked the picture
‘ of hatred and war. Directly in front, retreat-
. ing slowly and with stealthy, prowling,
lcrawling steps, and an occasional short quick
' leap to one side or the other, was a magnificent
tigress, looking the very personification of
' huflied fury. Every little while she would
crouch down to the earth, tear up the sand
with her claws, lash her tail from side'to side,
her eyes quivering with anger, and seem ready
to spring on some one buflalo, but the arrayed
’ crowd of black tufted beasts' seemed to appall
her, and as they moved on her in a herd she
would hound back seemingly afraid to attack
them. I tell you, boys, a pack of India buffaloes,
are different from those we have on our plains.
, They are ferocious, able to take care of them-
selves, and become so accustomed to. the
‘ stealthy attacks of the panther, tiger, lion, and
leopard, that they are always prepared for
‘ danger, and as the Prince of Wales told a. news-
paper reporter, ‘ They are a very quiet, peace-
, able animal, unless aroused, and then they will '
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amazed. It was such a beautiful sight, and
although I had seen many a one before and
since, this was the grandest, most exciting
scene I had ever witnessed.

“The poor calves and cows, not apparently
realizing the danger of their position, or that
of their masters or fathers, gamboled and
snorted in the—rear of the herd, occasionally
venting their spleen in a loud shout or growl.
The tigress was mad, raving, and her lithe

, form and wonderful agility made her a terri-
ble foe. .

“ Suddenly our elephant jumped its ungainly
carcass to one side. My attendant looked
down, and saw a. young dying cub, which the
elephant had trumped upon, and then we knew
we were attacking the most ferocious of
beasts, a tigress defending her young. Further
on, after persistent urging and beating on our
part, to coax the elephant from his cowardly
desire to turn tail, and run, we saw three other
little cubs, all wrestling together like kittens.
To transfer them to our keeping was only the
work of a few minutes, and the three in that
large cage forward are them, as pretty and slick
a lot of young ones as you ever saw. Still the
tigress held the buffaloes at bay, but angered

more by hearing her young ones cry, she made ‘

a spring as if to break through the herd, and
landed square on the horns of a large he
buffalo, a. monstrous big fellow. One of the
attendants, a brave fellow, sneaked up to her,
pinned belly down on the buil'alo’s horns, and
then began a terrible fight. The tigross claw-
ing, and bellowing with pain and anger, and
the bufl’alo mad with fear and danger; but in
an unguarded moment the attendant made a
spring, landed on the buffalo’s back, and in two
slashes had ripped open the tigress’s throat,

and she rolled over as much as she could, and ‘

bled. to death; but curious to relate, for over
. three days that buffalo carried around the body

of that beast, until she dropped in sheer fright

and exhaustion, and then it was carted away
. by some of the natives for its skin.”

“That was a terrible scene, Sam," said old
John Lewis, another hunter.

“ Yes; but not as had as it was that nightl”

“Why, how’s that?”

“Let me tell you; but first let us have a
little something to stimulate the Dutch courage
within me.”

“ Certainly! What will it be?”

“ On! A tiger pony l”

“ What’s a tiger pony?"

“ A half tumblerful of old rye l”

Getting his “tiger pony," and again light-
ing his pipe, old Sam continued his story, his
eye glistening with the remembrance of it.

“ But say, Sam, before you commence, how
did you bring up the young tigers?"

' f‘ Why, we got three young goats, with

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naturally as they would their mother’s, and
those goats I kept with them for months after-
ward. In fact, they became so attached to
them that I had great difficulty in getting
them away from them, and only succeeded by
using force; but let me tell you of my night’s
adventures.

“That night I was tired and slept very
soundly, and indulged in a. variety of pleasant
dreams peculiar to late dinners, and the op-
pressive heat of the climate.
I do not know, but suddenly I awoke, with
eyes closed. I was conscious of something
being in my tent. I had a presentiment of
fear, a nameless foreboding fear. By a super-
human exertion, I threw off this feeling and
opened my eyes. There right before me, boys,
and not six inches away was an enormous leop-
ard, staring me full in the eyes. Our eyes met.
There was a peculiar fascination in her eyes,
and her handsome sleek body, that I could dis-
tinctly see in the moonlight, had a peculiar at-
traction for me. Yet I could not move. Boys,
I was, I believe, mesmerized.

“ Accidentally one of my attendants shouted
in his sleep, a nightmare; the spell was broken.
The leopard turned slowly; I reached under
my pillow and grasped my revolver. The
splendid animal turned at me again, showed
the white of her teeth, and then with a. bound
went through the tent. I fired three shots,
which she answered with a rcar. Her roar
aWUke the camp, and such a commotion you
never saw. She was hit, and mad was no
name for her appearance and action. She
halted not thirty paces away, and rested be—
side 3 cocoanut tree, and was evidently pre-
paring for another but more revengeful attack,
when I took down my Winchester repeating
rifle and shot her through the heart.”

“How did she get past all the attendants and

, your animals?” inquired John Lewis.

“ I could never understand. She was not
evidently hungry; probably came from curi-
osity,” answered Sam. .

“ Yes, I guess so; but let me tell you about
my crocodile experience. Especially about
that big twenty-foot fellow I have on the main
deck forward,” said Lewis.

“Oh, yes; by all meansl” echoed several of
the crowd.

“ It’s interesting, I assure you,” abruptly said
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CHAPTER III.

CROCODlInES—EATING MEN AND WOMEN—A
TERROR—CAPTURE OF ONE BY A BOOK AND
LINE.

"THE crocodile, boys, is a nasty, dirty,
treacherous brute, and has no friends] The

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natives are afraid of them, and this nonsense,

in some buoks about some races holding them
in reverence and worshiping them is all bosh.
I have lived among ’em for a long time lately,
and long before I went capturing animals for
the menageries, I know’d What they were! '

“ The regular square-nosed mugger, or man-
eater, is a terrible beast. He basks in the sun
along the muddy streams, and unless we are ac-
customed to looking for him he cannot be seen;
as he only sh0ws his snout above the water,
and this snout hasa large gathering on top,
something like a great big spo'nge, which looks
in the water like a great big tuft of grass.

“Then there are the nakirs, or long-nosed
specimens; they never attack human beings
unless they are first molested, then they will
gobble up any one who stands in their way.
Myefriend Mr. Maori, who had lived for twelve
years right among these beasts, told me of one
he saw catch a paddy bird. He said:

“ ‘ I remember seeing one catch a paddy bird
on one occasion near the junction of the Koasee
with the Ganges on the Nepaul frontier. My
boat was fastened to the shore near a slimy
creek that came oozing into the river from some
dense jungle near at hand. I was washing my
hands and face on the bank, and the boatmen
were fishing with a small hand net for our
breakfast. Numbers of attenuated, melancholy
looking paddy-birds were stalking solemnly and
stiltedly along the bank, also fishing for theirs.
I noticed one who was particularly greedy,
with his long legs half immersed in the water,
constantly darting out his long bill, and bring-
ing up a hapless, struggling fish. All of a sud-
den a long snout and the ugly serrated back of
u act/ctr was shot like lightning at the poor bird,
and right before our eyes the poor paddy was
crunched up. As arule the nakir crocodiles
live on fish, and they must be very hungry to
tackle _ birds 1’

“ I tell you of Mr. Maori’s experience, not so
much to show you how these beasts tackle any-
thing, but because I never saw one myself eat
a bird, although I know birds are often used to

capture them.”

“Do they eat human beings?” inquired a
passenger, who was with quite a number of
others, listening to the narrative.

“Oh, yes!" answered Lewis. “They .not
only eat human beings, but a young dog, orlive
pig is their special delight. Sometimes they
sneak up beneath a young duck or goose, leis-
urely swimming along on the water, and the first
thing mister duck or goose knows they are
safely landed betWeen their molars, and add
another weight to their stomachs; and if they
once get a taste of flesh, they take up their
stand near some terry or bathing-house, where
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victims to their appetite, before they are cap-_
tured or killed.”

“ Did you ever see one kill a woman?” inquir-
ed another listener.

“Oh, yesl I remember one horrible sight,
in particular, and it makes my blood run cold
every time I think of it! One old monster was
always hanging around a tank, or large reser-
voir, where the women generally congregated
to bathe, as you well know the Hindoo women
are great sticklers for cleanliness, and bathe
most every morning or night; well, this morn-
ing an old mugger was prowling around, and
although several of the women had seen him,

‘ they paid no attention to him, until one young
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baby, she was heard to screech, the Water be-
came bloody, and away went mister mugger
to the bottom with his horrible load, where he
leisurely crunched and ate her, as well as the
baby, to whom she tenaciously clung!”

“Do they eat their victims when they lie at
the bottom of the creek or river?”

“Nol they generally have holes made‘in a
cluster of large thick bushes. This old fellow
had a long large hole, in the midst of a large
number of thickly matted rose bushes, butI
killed this fellow!”

“ Indeed! How?” again inquired a bye
stander.

“Well, I’ll tell you, although I am afeerd
we’ll never get to our baby that I have in the
tank forwardl”

“Oh yes, there’s time enough, John, tell us
about this beast,” interrupted Sam Forepaugh.

“ Well, as soon as this gal had been carried
01!, the natives flocked to me, and with a- sort at
superstitious feeling asked me to kill himl
Kill him!” said I, “that’s a rather diflioult
thing!” “Ohool we know you can do it!”
answered their chief. . “ I felt my reputation
was at stake, so taking my Winchester repeat—
ing rifle, I went to the spot where he had his
hole, and cutting away a. few bushes near the
surface of the river, I found he was not at
home, having evidently scented danger and
gone up the river. I then called a number of
natives, and had them drive in any quantity
of bamboo sticks to prevent him, when he re-
turned, i'rom getting in his hole!”

“Having accomplished this, I sat down
undera goolor, or fig tree, and waited, my
eye constantly on the water or leaves, to notice
his first appearance, for I felt sure he would
return to his hole to take a rest. I had almost
got tired waiting for him, and listening to the
incessant babbling and holloing oi the green
parrots, when I espied just up the bend of the
river, a huge scaly snout slowly and almost
imperceptibly rise to the surfage, then it was
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followed by two grayish fishy eyes, with heavy

knots for eyebrowel An eager urchin who
was sitting beside me, pointed to him. Mr.
Crocodile saw him, smelt danger, and away
from sight went his loathsome carcass. Still I
only used a few cuss-words, and waited. I
waited two hours longer, was getting very
sleepy and tired, when right in the same spot,
again rose the head of Mr. Crocky. I raised
my Winchester to my shoulder. The eyes of
the brute were only visible. I could hear
myself breathe. He had not seen me; pres-
ently his whole head appeared. I pulled the
trigger and my shell went crashing through
his skull, scattering his brains over the water.

“You should seen the water. It looked as
if a torpedo had exploded in it, and the Way
he spouted the blood, reminded me of a mad
whale spurting water. Suddenly he sunk from
sight, and in two hours afterwards, I had him
pulled on the shore, and cutting open the body
I found—l”

“ Whatl the woman?”

“No, I found the glass armlets and brass
ornaments of no less than seven women, be!
sides the silver ornaments of three children,
all in one lump in the brute’s stomach!”

“ Oh, that’s too thin!” laughingly remarked
a bystander.

"‘Indeedl Well it wasn’t too thin, for I can
,show you his stomach in alcohol and the
jewelry in it, and the history of India as pub-
lished by Sir Bulwer Lytton, mentions many
just such casesl”

“I take it back, John. I was only joking!”

“ You wouldn‘t have thought it much a joke
it he had lit upon your carcass for a. break-
fastl” answered old John.

V“ Come, John; tell us about the twenty-foot
fellow you hooked?" said Sam.

“Ain’t you all tired l" asked John.

“Tired? Nol nol fire ahead. This is as
good ‘9. treat as being there ourselves!” an-
swered the purser of the vessel.

“Well, here goes—as the boatswain said
when he jumped into a barrel of soup, to find
the bung-starter. You must all know that
catching a crocodile is no child’s play. It re.
quiresxnot only a good, clear head, but a man
must have half a. dozen assistants ready to
give him a helping hand, and hesidesit he
'wants to keep him alive, he must have a large
tank made and have it close to hand, as he
can never get natives enough to handle a live
crocodile. They have a. holy dread of them,
and their religion forbids them to touch t,.em,
either dead or alive. But to my yarn!

“ I got all my tackle ready, which consisted
of a large iron hook, with a strong iron shank,
and on the end of thisI had a strong iron ring.
To this I fastened a. long line, with the strands
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“What was that for?” interrupted the
purser. ‘ .
“ Because if you are lucky enough to secure
a mun-enter or 'muygcr, the loose strands will
entangle themselves in his teeth, whereas if the
rope Was in one strand only, he might bito it
through. The knots were to give the rope

l greater strength. But to continue my story,

we got all the bait ready, which was a. little
live pig. Passing the hook between his forc-
lcgs, and up under his chin, we tied it with
thread; we then made a small raft of soft
covering of a plantain tree, which resembles
the outer coating of u cocoanut shell; we tied
the young pork to it, and set it afloat, right
where we knew there was a crocodile holel

“Two or three of us got hold of the rope
and held it clear of the water while Mr. Piggy
went slowly down the stream, squealing and
trying to get free. \Ve saw not for off a croc-
odile rise and survey Mr. Piggy, then duck its \
ugly heard and disappear. [n a minute or two the
black muss rises to the surface, but this time
nearer the pig. As it aware of its danger, the
young pig squeals and carries on worse than
bvcr. Nearer and nearer each time the black
4110116 appears, and then silently dis-ippenrs. At
length it appears close to my pig, then there is
a. fearful splash, a terrible rush, two great,
monstrous jaws open wide and shut with a.
snap like a. pistol, and surrounded by a splash-
ing of dirty water, torn weed; and the screams
of the pig, the monster discippeursl I tell you,
I gave
him plenty of ropo to swallow. Suddenly I
beckoned to three or four of the natives. They
came quickly up. We start on a. run with the
rope. Great smoke! how it tightenedl and
with a pull and a strain that nearly knocks us
OH 0! our backs, we know we have got the
monster. You should have soon him lush the
water! and then you should have seen him
darting backward and forward, snapping his
terrible jaws and fairly foaming with angerl
Great pipe-stems! but he was mudl More men
came up and got hold of the rope, and at last I
felt we had the mastery, and inch by inch,
struggling like a perfect demon, we got him
close to the bank. Sum, that beast was
stronger than twenty lionsl \Ve had to hitch
a. turn around the tree, bleeding and foaming,
and his jaw still snappingr and uttering unea th—
ly sounds, he plants his strong fore—paws
against the bank, half -way out of the water.

" ‘Stand cleurl’ I shout. I know his trick,
and I was not mistaken. As if to answer my
caution, he lets go his hold on the bunk,
plunges forward, and, grabbing a poor native
by the leg, snaps it oi! likea pipe-stem. A.
couple of heavy blows on his fore-arm and head
disable him, and we get him on his back, and
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tank, and there he is on the fore-deck!” finished
John, knocking the ashes out of his pipe.

“ How long is be, John?”

“Exactly twenty feetl”

“But how did you get the hook out of his
mouth!”

“ It is there yet, and it will never hurt him.
Why, only yesterday, while I was getting
aboard of the steamer, a Hindoo woman put her
baby up to see him, when quicker than a flash
he made a. grab for the young one, and, had
the girl not been very quick, he would have
greased the hook with the baby!”

“ Can you do anything with him?"

“Yes, if I starve him, and prod him under
the forearm with a hot iron, I can. make him
lie on his back or hollerl That’s all," answered
John jokingly.

“ There goes the dinner gong!”

“ Hnrrnh for dinner!" and away Went the
merry throng to partake of an East Indian
dinner, served up in astyle that can only be
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CHAPTER IV.
JUGGLERs—TRICKS PLAYED ON THE COMPANY——

USEFUL SNAKES—CEYLON AND THE EDI-

FIcns—PEARL DIVING.

IN this company who were seated at a dinner-
table enjoying themselves, while the old Ad-
miral steadily steamed out of the Bay of Ben-
gal, were two lndian jugglers, whom Mr. Fore-
paugh was bringing to this country. They
were wonderful performers. One of them had
performed feats before Sir Bulwer Lytton‘s
son and a group of English dignitaries and
.American pleasure-seekers, that had not only
startled them, but had made them look upon
him as a being possessed of almost miraculous
powers.

When he first went before Mr. Bulwer he ~

was stripped to the waist, so that he could have

nothing concealed on his person or up his'

sleeves. He then took up a small glare goblet,
held it on his bare arm, rim up. and from it
took a full blown rose bush, 8. squealing pig,
and last of all, a small boa snake.

How he done it, or in tact how any of these :

East Indian jugglers perform their feats, will
always be a. secret, as many scientific and
literary men have attempted to discover them,
but have always signally failed, although one
eminent New York physician, asserts that they
mesmerize the audience, and make them be-
lieve they perform these tricks. Or in other
words, that they set them to sleep, and do
hardly anything they propose to do. How
true this is I do not know, but I do [mow that
these two jugglers on board of the old Admiral
never set me to sleep, or anybody else, for that
matter, and that they performed their tricks
just as I will tell them.

I have seen them in Calcutta mesmerize
i children who had been bitten by snakes, and,
by setting them to sleep, cure them. AndI
have seen them mesmerize small merchants and
steal from them, but these two, Ojah and
,Bohree, were not mesmerists, but wonderful
jugglcrs and sleight-of—hand performers.
. When dinner was nearly finished, and while
the company were telling stories of friends, or
those who had been left behind, Ojah, the jug—
; gler who had exhibited before Sir Bulwer Lyt-
ton, said to Sam Forepaugh, in Hindoostanee:

“Rajah, you have a snake in your pocket! ’

Instantly Sam drew back his chair, while
all the company looked startled and scared.

“A snake? Ojahl Where?”

“In your pocketl”

Sam pulled off his coat, threw it on the floor
and commenced jumping on it.

“ Oh, rajah, don’t kill the poor thing!” ex-
, claimed the juggler, stooping and pulling away
the coat.

The ladies had already jumped on their
chairs, while the gentlemen, looking astonished
and perplexed, could hardly credit Ojah’s asser-
tion, and, as if interpreting their views, he put
his hand in Sam’s pocket and pulled out a long
black snake, which hissed and spitefully prw
. truded his forked tongue at him, but, nothing
abashed, he quietly put him in his bosom, and
laughingly turning to the company, said:

“He no bitel My doggeel”

Sam was putting on his coat when Ojah,
‘ again, took it from him, and pulled from it a
young pig, and then took a pie, that only two
or three minutes before had ornamented the
table.

Then all laughed, knew they were the victim
of a practical joke, and, smilingly, resumed
their dinner. ,

“ Ojah, how long have you been a juggleri”
inquired Forepaugh, who was bringing him to
the United States for exhibition. V

“Ever since I could see; I believe I was jug-
: gled into the world!” answered Ojah, in Hin-
? doostanee.

! “ Were you never trained for these tricks?"

“Oh, yes, my fathcrand mother both were
trained, and used to perform for a rajah at
Burleigh in Nepaul, and, when I was only four
‘ years old, I was taught to walk on razor

swords, and put to sleep, and buried in the
ground.”

“ Oh, yes, Ojahl that reminds me. How

i do you people live under the ground, buried
from human sight for months at a time?"
inquired the doctor, who was bent on a scien-
tific search.

“Supposing, doctor, I ask you how you cure
people, you say, I learn that at school, and
that’s my business. So I say, I learn that, and

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stanee, which language nearly all the company 3

present understood.

The laugh was on the doctor, who, thinking
to extricate himself from an embarrassing po-
sition, said to Ojah:

“Ojah, you now are very sick, and I think
you have the symptoms of leprosy!”

Ojah looked at the doctor, incredulously, and
baring his arm, said:

“Doctor, all right; I’ll bleed myself; my
blood is bad.”

Suiting the action to the WOrd; he picked up
a table knife and drawing it across his arm,
quickly placed a napkin over the spot, and
then moving close to the doctor said:

“ Doctor please take away the cloth?”

The doctor doubtingly, and anxious to see
the4 atonement of the juggler’s trick, for he
realized it was a trick, jerked the cloth to one
side, and as he did so, he saw the juggler’s arm
was covered with a decoction of mustard, pep-
per and salt, and in his hand, he held the doc
tor’s pocket case, that only a minute before had
been in his pocket.*

How be accomplished the trick was a. mys-
tery, only to be explained by a belief that he
was prepared long beforehand for it, and in
extracting the doctor’s pocket-case, he had
practiced the art of a skillful pickpocket.

The doctor kept quiet. . He realized he had
been made the victim of a huge joke, and
therefore quietly pocketed his case, and sat
down.

“I cannot see how you can find any use
for these nasty snakes!” said a lady who was
present.

“ They are very useful, madam, especially in
the interiorl” said the captain of the “Ad-
mira .”

“ Snakes useful! pray how?”

“ I will explain, madam. There are a great
many venomous snakes in the jungles and in‘
terior of India, but they alas) s get out of the
way as fast as they can and never bite Eu-
ropeans. All the roofs of the thatched bunga-
lows swarm with rats, and in every house is
kept a rat snake, which kills and eats these
rats. I more than once have heard a great
scuflle going on over my bedroom, which gen-
erally ended in a little squeak, indicating that
the snake had killed and was about to eat his
prey. One of these snakes came out one day
in front of a window of a house where I was
stopping, and hung down two or three feet
from the roof.

' assured that he was perfectly harmless, it

would have been rather an alarming appari. 1
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were witnessed by the writer. n fact all the inci-
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If I had not been 'previously 1

confess that for a moment I did feel a little
ticklish as I watched him spying about, dart—
ing his forked-tongue in and out, and looking
quite ready for a spring at my face. In India
as you all know the crows ire very amus-
ing and impertinent. Every door and win-
dow being open they perch on the punkah or
iron cross-bars supporting the roof, watching
their opportunity to fly down and carry oflf
bits of food from one’s plate. My snake had
his eye on an old crow more impertinent than
the rest, and slowly creeping along to where
he was perched, he struck him, like a flash of
lightning with his forked tongue, and pretty
soon, my snake was master of the situation 1”
said the captain filling out a glass of sherry.

“ Captain, have you ever visited Ceylon, on
the extreme point of India, or Hindostan
proper?” inquired a clergyman.

"Oh, yes, sir; and I found it a delightful
city.”

“I have read a great deal of the cities and
temples that exist in the interior of this island.
Topori, the medisaval capital of Ceylon, is full
of wonderful ruins, some of them among the
very oldest in the world,” said the minister.

“Oh, yes, sirl The Rauhal Dagoba, the
Jayti Wane. Rama and the Galle Wihara are
rock temples, carved out of the living rocks,
and in no other port of the world can any such
temples be seen. They are suppose to have
existed thousands of years before Christ. Then
there is Anatafoora, the City of Rubies, the
sacred capital of the kingdom of ruins, the
most dazzling, elegant, and beautiful city in
the world. Even the floors of some of the
rajahs or chief magistrates’ houses being laid
with mosaic, and the edging of the windows
being of rubies. Even the Chinese travelers
of early ages used to expatiate upon its beauty
with fervor. Jaflna, sir, is another interesting
point. It has been peopled with Tammils for
over two thousand years. It is the country
par em a once of gardens, and grows all the
ingredients of that favorite dish of curry,
which are sent to all ports of this island, and
to Southern India," enthusiastically concluded
the captain, a gentleman who Was as familiar
with India and its neighboring seaport towns
as you and I are with our own houses.

“Captain, have you ever visited the Gulf of
Monar, from which I understand the best
pearls come?" inquired a lady, the daughter of
a. popular English earl.

“Yes, miss, often. This has been an ex-
ceptionally good year for pearls, and the price
of the shells has gone up many rupees per
thousand. It is a beautiful spot. I suppose

you understand all about the way pearls are'

obtained, so I have no need toexplain it to
you. When a boat with pearls reaches the
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one-fourth going to the boat‘s crew, and thre’b-
fourths to the Government inspector. Rather
an unfair division, but a very necessary one
where the Government has charge. These
heaps are then divided, and sold by auction in

thousands, and subdivided again and again. 5

Of course it is always a matter of speculation
as to whether you get good pearls, bad pearls,
or no pearls at all, though this last misfortune
seldom happens.”

“I should think this would make the people
gamble."

“The love of gambling is inherent in every
Oriental mind, and the mercst beggar, with

butafew pics in his wallet to buy his daily ‘

food, will invest them in a small number of
oyster shells, hoping to find a pearl of great
value; and should he fail, he has satisfaction
in eating the oyster. I know of young girls,
pretty, innocent young girls, who have been
sold, bartered, condemned to slavery, for this
oyster craze. Talk of Baden Baden and its
“gambling hellsl”-—they are not a marker to
this place, where even the last mouthful of
food will be sacrificed to the hope of immense
wealthl” said the captain.

“Yes, I have understood that this was the
cause of the English Government interfering,”
volunteered one of the passengers.

“The English Government, my dear sir, or
no other Government, can stop it. It is too
deepvrooted, and to stop it they must stop the
pearl—fisheries,” said the old captain.

“Yes; but this traflicking in young girls,
cannot that be stopped?” inquired the minister.

“This slavery of young girls, my dear sir,
is not a slavery, in one sense of the word.
They consent to become the property of other
people, providing their condition is battered,
which is almost always the caso. Young girls
of thirteen and fourteen are considered old
enough to marry and look out for themselves;
and you know, sir, as well as I do, that in
some parts of India they even become mothers
at twelve and thirteen years of age, and look
very old at twenty-one or twenty~flve years 0!
age.”

“Yes, I have heard so. By the way, cap-
tain, I see your stewardess has two young girls
igltecharge. Who are they?” inquired the min-
1 r.

“They are the daughters of one of the most
famous wrestlers in India, and have a very pe-
culiar history, which it you would all like to
hear, as soon as I have given some instructions
to my mate, and the servants have cleared oi!
the table, I will tell you of.”

“ Oh, thank you, captain! I am sure it will
be very interesting if you tell it,” answered
one or two of the ladies.

Congregating in attitudes of comfort and
We in the sumptuous cabin of the Admire“

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‘ the passengers awaited the return of the cap“
tain, a whole-souled, jolly old Englishman,
whose ship was known far and near as being
ably commanded.

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CHAPTER V. I
WRESTLERS—FAMOUS ONE WHO KILLED BIS AN-
TAGONISTn-IMPOSSIBILITY T0 DETECT MUR-
DER— SHIP ON FIRE—RESCUE OF THE wo-

MAN HUNTER or INDIA.

“ WELLl” said the captain, as he was seated
in the center of a group of attentive listeners,
“ you must all know that in all the large cities,
; or towns where the Presidents live, in India,
fighting or wrestling is very seldom seen, and
it is only in exterior or the frontier towns that
wrestling is mostly practiced. In most all
large villages, as you all know, there is a piece
of land which is set apart for the use of the
wrestler, who is considered the champion of
that village, and must hold it against all
comers, or else should another wrestler from
an adjoining village throw him or take it from
him he would have to fight and win to regain
it, and so strictly are these rules maintained
that a wrestler, if he is once defeated, cannot '
under any circumstances enter this plot of
ground excepting to wrestle or contest for the
supremacy with its possessor. I suppose you
have never seen one of these athletes train?
Well, it would startle you. They perform the
most wonderful contortions and feats of daily
strength, feats that would kill you or L For
instance, they leap into the air as high as pos—
sible and fall down in a sitting position, arms
folded. They spring up by sheer bodily iorce
several times and resume their sitting position
each time. Then they fold their arms behind
them, palms down to the ground, lie flat on the
backs, then turn over facing the ground, with
nothing but the tips of the toes touching it,
arms folded in front of them, palms down.
Then they commence a walking-beam motion,
sliding their bodies backward and forward,
never allowing their hands or toes tobemoved,
until the perspiration stands out all over them
in perfect torrents, and then they arise and are
rubbed down.

“A young lion or tigress, dead of course, but
recently slain, is then thrown to them, and they ~

3. heavy stick, pitch it in the air, catch it on
their shoulders, turn a somersault in the air,
hands grasping the animal, then two or three
will stand in a row and-pitch it by shoulder
force, no hands being used, from one shoulder
to another, and so accurate have I seen them
do this trick that they will even whirl the car-
cass around in the air in its flight and have it
land precisely as they desire it on the catcher’s
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diflerent from ours. They fight for the su-
premacy by sheer force and tricks. No hit-
ting, no grasping around waist, only to defeat
a. man they must lay him flat on his back, both
shoulders and spine touching. They never
trip as do our wrestlers. They have no dead-
lock business.

“It is very laughable at first to see them

jump into the ring, clap their sides, shout and
dance around, jumping four or five feet high
each time, but as soon as they settle down to
business all this changes, and from first getting
to admire them, you become so thoroughly
interested in them that you are tempted to bet;
take sides, and even fight with them. Some-
times one will drop down on his knees, turn a
complete somersault, and striking his adversary
full in the breast with his feet, land him on his
back; but this is a feat that requires so much
quickness and strength that but very few prac<
tice it.

“But to my story: These two girls are the
daughters of a wrestler on the Nepaul frontier,
whose father was kept by a rajah, or very
wealthy man, and was noted far and near for
his wrestling abilities. He had never been con-
quered, had thrown three prominent wrestlers
kept by zemindars, or planters, so severely as
to fracture their spines, and was altogether
looked upon as a formidable, dangerous rival,
one whom it was impossible to conquer.

“His fame was known far and near, and
wrestlers were even sent from Calcutta to com-
pete with him, but he was invincible. I saw
him once wrestle with a young and powerful
athlete, and sucha terrible struggle for victory,
and bitter antagonism, 1 never witnCSSed. It
almost made my blood run cold to see them
struggle, pull and tear at each other. At last
the father of these girls dropped on his knees,
made a. grab at his antagonist’s legs, and, rais-
ing himself in the air, threw him with such
force that he dislocated his (antagonist’s) shoul-
der, and left him maimed and senseless on the
ground. From this afl‘air there arose a bitter
antagonistical prejudice against him, which the
rajah, with all his wealth and influence, found
it very difficult to subdue, and at last he was
waited upon by some of the rulers of the town,
or small city, and informed if this man was not
allowed to be removed he would be killed. it
appears the natives, who are very superstitious,
looked upon his powers as being of a super.
-' natural order, and thought he was imbued with
an evil spirit.

“ The old rajah not feeling an inclination to
V. tqmely submit to their requests, informed them
that he was not a believer in lheir norscnsical
ideas, and that if they thought he was possess d
of an evil spirit, they could pit him against any

J 1"]“It was a terrible advantage, but the old

rajah did not think so, as he believed his man
was invincible. Still the natives accepted the
proposition and pitted against him a young
lion-hunter, a skillful, hard muscled young fol-
low, whose arms and legs were perfect rows of
iron cords and muscles, and the day was set
apart for their meetingl

“ The rajah was an old friend of mine, hav-

ing often traveled backward and forward with
me from London, so he gave me an invitation
to be present at the match, and I went, where
all these particulars were explained to me.

“As the two men stripped and faced each
olher, I never in my life saw finer specimens
of muscular manhood. They were perfect
models, and as they eyed each other, one saw,
in spite of the oldest being handicapped with
his bound hand, he was a terrible antagonist.
They shook hands, but I could see it was a
mere formality, as they were both determined
to do or die, while the nalives “ho surrounded
the inclosure, looked upon the rajah’s wrestler
with vindictive malicious eyes, and showed
they were determined he should not escape
them if he killed this man. I ~noticed this pe-
culiar look, and spoke to the rajah, but he
laughed at the idea, and said ‘fair play should
be accorded them!’ By this time they were
fairly at it; both were warily moving backward
and forward, until exasperated by cries from the
natives, the rajnh’s man, made a sudden dash
at the younger athlete, and in an instant had
him about the waist. For a moment be fairly
lifted the young man off his feet, Swayed him
to and fro, and, with a mighty strain, tried to
throw him to the ground. Bending, the young
man allowed himself to yield until his feet
touched the ground, then crouching like a
panther, he broke loose, bounded forward, and
getting his leg behind the rajah’s man, by a
cleft side twist, he nearly threw him over.
The old fellow, however, steadied himself on
the ground by his one hand, recovered his
footing, and just then I caught his eye.
Such a. look! Ladies and gentlemen, I shall
never forget the hatred, the bitter unrelenting
vindictive hatred in those eyesl They seemed
to stand out from their sockets in perfect balls
of living fire! It was terrible!

“As I was saying, the old man recovered his
footing, and grasping the young fellow, already
weak for want of breath, around the thigh of
his left leg, lifted him from the ground by
sheer force, and caught his head on the up-
turned portion of his instep, and with a. dexter-
ions twist of hand and foot, attempted to
throw him, as I believed, fairly on his back,
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man they selected, and his wrestler would hind
one hand to his side and still defeat him! .i

howl he twisted his neck, which, snapping
like a. pipe stem, proclaimed to the angry
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“I expected to see them dash at the wrest.
ler, and tear him to pieces, but such was not
the case. They jumped to their feet, and
started away in all directions, peleell, belter-
skelter, and left the rajuh. the wrestler, some
wealthy planters and me alone, with the dead
body!

“We removed the body and the wrestler
returned to his family, while the raj-1h made
him a present of a hundred rupees. The next
morning, just as I was about to start for Cal-
cutta, one of these girls came running to the
rajah’s house, and informed him that their
father had been killed during the night, that
their mother and two other sisters, for there
were four of them in all, had been also killed.
The rajah could only feel sad and see them
bmiml. He knew it would be perfectly use-
less to endeavor to trace out the murderers,
and also realizingr that these children would
not be safe there, or, in fact, anywhere when
the nature of their father’s death was known,
he requested me to take them to London and
put them to school, at his expense, which I am
now doing,” finished the captain.

“A sad history, captain, and one that ex-
cites our sympathy for the orphans!” said the
earl’s daughter.

“Yes, miss, but they are very well provided
for, and will have good homes and a good edu-
cation." ‘

“Are these wrestling matches not rather
brutal, captain?"7 inquired an inquisitive pas-
Banger.

“ Yes, but such accidents as I have told you
about rarely take place, and with one or two
exceptions are always punished with death, by
the authorities trying and convicting the per-
petrator, and hanging him!”

“You spoke of the impossibility to detect
the murderers of this wrestler. How is that,
captain?” inquired the doctor, who was new on
this vessel and knew very little 0! India.

“Well, doclor, in the first place they are
such notorious liars. Why, the children are
taught to lie. They szem to be born with the
gift of telling a lie, an! as the history of
‘Sport and Work on the Nepaul Frontier’
tells you, ‘They wear an air of the most win-
ning candor and guileless innocence when they
are all the while plotting some petty scheme
against you. They are certainly far more
precocious than English children; th: realize
the hard struggle for life far more quickly.
The poorer classes can hardly be said to have
any childhood.’

“ As soon as they can toddle they are sent to
weed, cut grass, gather fuel, tend herds, or do
anything that will bring them a. small pittance
and ease the burden of the struggling'parents.
I think the children of the higher or middle
classes very pretty. They have beautiful dark,

 

thoughtful eyes, and a. most intelligent expres-
sion. Very young babies, however, are miser-
ably nursed; their hair is allowed to get all
: tangled, and their eyes are painted with anti-
! mony about the lids.

“In fact, doctor, children who are but the
‘g beginning of men and women grow up so de—
‘ neirful and tricky that, to find out any impor-
tant event, one must have their entire sympa-
thy and enlist their hearts in the cause; other-
wise, crime can never be punished!” finished
the captain.

“ A truly deplorable state of affairs, captain!
Is that the state of affairs all over?” inquired
the doctor.

“By no means, doctor; I was speaking of
‘ the lower castes, or ignorant people. The mid-
, dle class—the planters end others—are very
,fuir, honorable men; and while they detest law

courts and all the necessary adjuncts, such as
lawyers, clerks, judges, etc., they have a court
of their own where they try all petty cases,
p and most generally succeed in detecting and
, punishing the offender, no matter who he is. \
But in the case of this wrestler, it was all
among the very 10west class; and as they were
superstitiously afraid to disclose anything of
3 their or their neighbors’ actions, the rajah and
1 other planters gave up the affair in disgust.“

“Captain, there is a. light ahead, two points
013? the lee bow!” interrupted the first mate,
touching his hat and entering.

“All right, Mr. Johnson; I will be on deck
immediately,” responded the captain.

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present, the captain went on deck, followed by
‘ a good many of the passengers, to whom any-
thing exciting or novel was a. relief, as is
most always the case on all ocean-bound
; steamers.

I Hardly had the captain reached the deck
‘ when the bright light, two points OR the lee
bow, fleshed out in a lurid light, lighting up
the sea in all directions, and making the phos-
phorescent coating of the ocean sparkle in
l myriads of bright crystal flashes.

“ She’s aflre, Mr. Johnson!" said the captain.
“Ay, ay, sir! Shall we head for her?"

responded the mate.
“Ay, ay, sirl Hard ’er starboard! Get
ready the cutters, and gig! Send her ahead

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the mate from the command of the “ Admiral.” ' '
Presently the old “Admiral” was near .

enough to her, to make her out to be a bark,
} one mass of livid fighting flames, with allv
hands aboard of her clinging to her tore-rig-
{ ging, among whom was a woman.
“ Bark, ahoy!” shouted the captain.
“ Hallo!” came back a startled voice. ,
“ Cheer upl We’ll send boats to your rescue,
Where are you from?” ' ‘

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“From Ceylon, bound to Calcutta!"

“All right! Man the boats; let go! Go
aboard and take off every human soul, and all
the valuables that you can save!” ordered the
captain.

The boats proceeded to the ship, while the

. “Admiral” was “ hove to,” awaiting their re-

turn. Presently they all returned, and among
them was a woman, a comely little handsome-
laced woman, who as soon as she was helped
on deck, ran up to the captain, and grasping
his hand. exclaimed:

“Captain Forbes, thank you! Oh, thank
youl Give me the jungles, the fields sur-
rounded by the most ferocious of animals, but
no ocean death!”

“Miss Hobart as I live!
you aboard of this hark?”

“Was bound to Calcutta with a rhinoceros.
my pet, and unluckin got aboard this bark!”
answered Miss Hobart.

By this time all the passengers had crowded
on deck, and around the shipwrecked crew,
and the captain shaking Miss Hobart by the
hand, turned to the pas~cngcrs and said:

“Ladies and gentlemen! This is my friend

Why, how came

Miss Fanny Hobart, the only Englishwoman i

hunter in India; who was presented by the
.Prince of Wales with a gold medal for bravery
and unparalleled heroism! She is a warm
friend of mine, please make her comfortable!"

Blushing, and receiving congratulations on
all hands, she was taken into the cabin, while
the rest of the people were taken into the fore»
castle and cabin of the “Admiral,” and the
old bark was left to the mercy of the sea, and
the “ Admiral ” steamed on.

 

CHAPTER VI.

, MISS FANNY 'HOBART, TllE “'OMAN HUNTER 0F
" INDIA, AND HER. \VONDEMFUL HISTORY OF I

ADVENTURE, AND DARING, WI’l‘iI TIGERS.

As it was Well on to midnight, when all were
mice again in the cabin, and the novelty of the
excitement had died away, the passengers one
by one retired, and Miss Hobart and her com~
panions of the voyage having been assigned to

gsleeping quarters, the good old ship plowed her

way on, and nothing but the splashing of the
water, the creaking of the planks, and the oc‘
casional orders of the officers broke the still-
ness until day broke.

The breakfast having been finished the 1305— '

Bengers all assembled on the upper salon deck
under a large and Comfortable double awning,
and after scanning the horizon and finding
nothing to excite their curiosity, or break the
monotony of the morning, resumed their
books, or checkervboards, while some played
chess, or dangled fishing lines from the vessel’s
aide in the hope of catching some stray udven-v

mow the

Miss Hobart,” John Lewis, and Sam Fore-
, paugh were in earnest conversation, and in-
dulging in a. number of pleasant recollections
and reminiscences of friends in India.
i “ Come, Miss Hobart, do not bury yourself
in the jungles of India, we are all dying to
l have you entertain us with a story of some of
1 your adventures,” said a matronly old lady.
1 “I did not presume, madam, that my ad-
, ventures had any interest for anybody but my—
self."

“Why, Miss Hobart! I am an old hunter
and have spent many a day in India, but I

; have heard so often of your wonderful escapes
l and captures that I must beg of you to believe
i 1 can consider you have no equal!” exclaimed
‘ old John Lewis, enthusiastically.

“That’s exactly my opinion, Miss Hobart,”
‘ declared Forcpaugh.
i “I shall be very happy to relate my expe-
l riences, and if I speak with a. certain amount
. of pride and egotism, please do not think me
; vain, although at times I do feel as if I would
i like to find some other woman in this world
whom I could challenge to enter the jungles
with me, and, single—handed, compete with its
inhabilants,” answered Miss Hobart, 21 certain
‘ shade of feeling passing over her handsome
l face, and her bright eyes—beautiful, bright,

loving eyes—flashing proudly.

“ I think, Miss Hobart, from ill] I hear, that
you would still be entitled to be called the

' champion huntress of the world,” said the

! captain, politely raising his hat as be ap-

3 proacbed the party, and had accidentally over-
heard her remarks.

“Thank you, captain. What shall I tell
you, ladies and gentlemen? My life is pro-
cisely the same, I suppose, as many of yours—
that is, my earlier days—only that I had the

. fortune to come to India when very young,
almost a mere child, my father being a ser-
l geant in one of the queen’s regiments, he hav-
ing been a recipient of several medals for
bravery and excellent conduct when under
fire, while my mother was personally compli-
mented by the Viceroy of India for her cdur-
ageous conduct in the last mutiny. so you
lee, to start with, Icome from good old, brave
stock, and was launched in the world with no
i chicken-heart or coward’s blood coursing
, through my veins. Vthn only twelve years
1 years of age I had my first battle—that is,—
well, I am not going to tell you my age—you
must guess it. At twelve, I say, I had my
first battle with a wild-cct, and although I had
my Rampore hounds with me, large,'stroug-
limbed, immense dogs, he came near doing me
up. -

 

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surrounded by many of her captures and pets, tho

rocceds of the chase in India, V have only changer,
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“One morning early I strayed oil? into the
jungles, as was my usual way, accompanied by
my dogs, and I suppose I had walked for an
hour or so when, all of a sudden, I heard the
bray and screech of a jackal, accompanied by
the unearthly scream of the wild-cat, right
near me. I raised my eyes, and there, right
above me, in a bamboo tree, was a large black
wild-cat, crouching like a panther, eyes flash-
ing, and ready to spring on me.
presence of mind, and knew if I showed any
fear and allowed my dogs to scatter, young as
I was, I would be at the mercy of the brute.
So I coaxed my hounds close to me, and they,
smelling the presence of the wild—cat, attracted
his attention from me to them, and for a sec-
ond or so I was out of danger, but only for a
secOnd, as I had scarcely turned my head when
I heard his purring, hissing sound, and knew he
intended to spring.

“ ‘Rampee,’ my largest hound, espied him,
and with ascream I jumped to one side just
as he sprung for my shoulders, but in doing so
my foot caught in the treacherous underbrush
and I fell.

“The wild-cat, an enormous monster,
sprung. but he had hardly touched the ground
when ‘Rampee,’ with a wild bound, had grab-
bed him by the neck, and in less than a minute
had shook all the life out of him. Neverthe-
less, I carried him home as my trophy, and
nearly scared my father and mother to death
when I narrated my incident. Since then I
have had adventures by the score. in fact,
you may say I have lived in the jungles, and
many of the animals that now fill the zoologi-
cal gardens ot Europe I have helped to capture
or have, with my assistants, captured alone."

“Miss Hobart, I read some time ago a very
interesting paper of yours in a Calcutta paper
about the tiger and his habits. Will you
please enlighten us on this beast?” asked the
captain.

“Certainly. The tiger is my pet animal,
and nothing aflords me more pleasure than to
be engaged in his pursuit and capture. There
are very many exaggerated theories about the
tiger and his habits. I consider the tiger the
King of the Forest. There is no other animal
in the jungles that can compete with him for
cunning, shrewdness and forocity. Many men
start out on foot, well‘armed and by the dozens,
to shoot the tiger. I consider that a madness.
Of course there are men who have shot the
tiger on foot, but they are very few, while
those who have met their death in this style of
hunting are thousands. \The only Way to hunt
the tiger is from the back of an elephant or a
bamboo platform on trees. No human being
that ever lived has gone into the forest and on
foot approached near enough to a tiger to en-
gage him single-handed. He must be driven
before you, either by incossant noise, such as

 

1 absolutely NOTHING of‘ the tiger.
I had my
‘ vindictive animal in the jungles of India.

 

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the beating of the drum, or else he must be
burned out. From my many years’ experience
in the jungles, and from my knowledge of
the tiger, not only gleaned from personal en-
counters with him, but from the knowledge of
men who have all their life made the tiger a
special study, I am prepared to say that more
than three-quarters of the reading public know
He is the
most dangerous, most formidable and bitterly
And
you, Mr. Forepaugh, as well as Mr. Lewis,
know that what I say is a fact, and every fact
that I shall narrate in my experience with
them I shall be prepared'to substantiate by
overwhelming corroborative proof.

“For instance, his whole frame is put to-
gether to effect destruction. In cutting up a
tiger you are impressed with this. His ten-
dons are masses of nerves and muscle, as hard
as steel. The muscular development is tre-
mendous. Vast bands and layers of muscle
overlap each other. Strong ligaments, which
you can scarcely cut through and which soon
blunt the sharpest knife, unite the solid freely
playing, loosely-jointed bones. The munle is
broad, and short and obtuse. The claws are
completely retractile. The jaws are short.
There are two false molars, two grinders
above, and the same number below. The mus-
cles of the jaws are of tremendous power. I
have come across the remains of a buffalo,
killed by a. tiger, and found all the large bones,
even the big strong bones of the pelvis and
large joints, cracked and crunched like so

'many walnuts, by the powerful jaws of the

fierce brute.

‘ “ Their sight is very keen and their hearing
wonderfully distinct, and, in fact, there is no
animal in India that has created so much
trouble and destroyed so many animals of the
tame description as the tiger. When the in:
dustrious planter or former has cleared of! his
forest land, and made it a pasturage or field
for planting, the tiger has stepped in, killed
his cattle, destroyed his crops, pounced upon
his servants, and made such a sad havoc among
his help that he has been compelled to give up

all hopes of over succeeding, and moving away, -

give him quiet possession of the spot. The
tiger is always to be found around these plan-
tations and villages.

tiger will first pounce upon you and fight.‘
The tiger never fights unless forced to, when
hungry, after a four or five days’ fast. He
generally eats every four or five days. I have

known tigers to crush a buffalo with the stroke '

of the forepaw. I have even seen them break
an elephant leg, after they hBVe been shot, and
the elephant has charged on them. It is that
fore-paw that deals the deadly blow.

“They select a herd of cattle, kill four or

You cannot drive him I
away. It is all nonsense for people to say the .

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flve cows or buffaloes, just for the sport of the
thing, and, if they happen to have young cubs,
they take them along, and give them their first
lessons in killing calVes. They are the most
terribly bitter and vindictive creatures alive.
They almost always go to work single-handed,
“never in couples, unlossit is in the mating
season, when the tiger will accompany the
tigress; but that is very seldom. In fact, I
scarcely know what to say about them, they
are so much different from every other wild
animal in the jungles of India, and no other
animal in the jungles is so much dreaded as
the tiger by his wild forest friends.

“I remember once—in fact, I think it was ‘

one of my first experiences with the tiger—I
was hunting in the jungles in Bhaugulpore
with a number of famous amateur hunters, and
our servants, by firing bombs, burning sulphur

and raising a terrible noise, had unearthed a '

tigress and her cub.

“ It was in a. swampy, marshy district where
the rhinoceros was supposed to live. The cub
-——a young one, scarcely a year-old—was driven
out from its stronghold and killed; but the
Iigress, although we could hear her unearthly
bellow and see her charge the natives occasion-
ully, who would run and scream with fright,
could not be induced to come out and show
flghh

“ At last the elephants were moved around
on the side of the glade, just near a very heavy
marshy thicket, and the attendants were sent
on the opposite side to try and drive her from
her quarters. '

“ At last she made a. dash, and with a horri-
ble, almost ear-piercing howl, darted down the
side of the bank. Her noise had aroused an old
rhinoceros, who was wallowing in the stream,
who attempted to get out of her way. She
made a spring, landed on his back, and then
commenced one of the most terrible battles I
ever saw.

“Two bullets from my attendants wounded
her, and added to her frenzy. She tore at the

,toughhide of the rhinoceros. who rolled over

~ on his back to drown her. It was no use; the

tigress landed on his belly, and with one stroke
of her paw broke his forearm.

“They were evidently laying in a. bed of
quicksand, for pretty soon the rhinoceros c0m<
menced to sink; he had got the tiger’s paw in
his jaw, and held on to it. Such a fight, such
growls, such desperate efforts to gain the mas-

' tery I never saw and never expect to see again.
Slower and slower they sunk out of sight, un-
til just as the rhinoceros was about to give tin,
exhausted, the quicksand gobbled them up and

' they disappeared from sight.”

“That was terriblel Were on not afraid,

' Miss Hobart?” inquired one o the lady pas-
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“At first I was somewhat startled, but as
the novelty of the scene wore ofl.’ and I became
excited over the contest, I forgot every feeling
but the one of seeing who would win,” an-
swered Miss Hobart.

“ Are tigers not attentive to their young?”

“Sometimes, but notalways. It is the father
who will spitefully crawl up to the hole, where
their young are sleeping, and deliberately eat
them. Although the mother is the most fero-
cious and strongest, the male is the most cun-
ning and cowardly,” answered Miss Hobart.

 

CHAPTER VII.

MISS HOBART RELATES THE HABITS, FOOD,
VANITIES AND FEROCITY OF THE TIGER—HER
TERRIBLE ESCAPE.

“Banyan I say anything about the tiger’s
habits, and so forth," said Miss Hobart, “ I am
anxious to contradict the foolish theories so
often found in histories and school books, that
you can tell the age of an animal by his claw-
marks on a tree. Mr. Inglis, Mr. Cummings,
Mr. Du Chaillu, and other gentlemen who are
conversant with the habits of wild beasts, and
who know what they are talking about, con-
tradict this theory entirely. Mr. Inglis, who
has made the tigerh special study, as well as
other animals to be found in India, says: "l‘he
marks of their claws,’ referring to the tiger,
'are often seen on trees in the vicinity of their
haunts, and from this fact many ridiculous
stories have got abroad regarding their habits.
It has even been regarded by some writers as
a sort of rude test by which to arrive at the
approximate estimate of the tiger’s size. A
tiger can stretch himself out some two or two
and a half feet more than his measurable
length. You have, doubtless, often seen the
domestic cat, whetting its claws on a mat, or
scratching some rough substance, such as the
bark ota tree; this is often done to clean the
claws, and to get rid of chipped and ragged
pieces, and it is sometimes' mere playfulness.
It is the same with the tiger; the scratching of
the trees is frequently done in the mere wan-
tonness of sport, but it is often resorted to to
clear the claws from pieces of flesh that may
have adhered to them duringa meal on some
poor slaughtered bullock. These marks on the
trees are a valuable sign for the hunter, as by
their appearance, whether fresh or old, he can
tell the whereabouts of his quarry, and a good
tracker will be even able to make a rough guess
at its probable size and disposition.’

“ The tiger’s habits are like all wild animals,
different just as there are two different kinds
of tigers, the ‘ Bengal’ and the ‘Hill.’ The
Hill tiger is much the strongest. I saw a Hill
tiger once carry a dead cow over two miles, or
at least I tracked one that distance, where he
had dragged‘the carcass through tangled bushes,

   

  

 

  

 

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and at last I shot him. But I suppose you must
all be tired of the tiger questionl” .

“ Not at all, Miss Hobart; all you have said i
of the tiger is so new and fresh to our ears that
it; seems as if one were hearing of a new
animal! But, Miss Hobart, before you stop,
will you please tell us of that terrible escape
you had a little over a year ago, from a tiger.
I mean the one that was so extensively pub-
lished in the newspapers?" said the minister.

“ Oh, that was nothingl The papers made a
mountain out of a mole hill, and gave me more
credit than I deserved.

“I was in Calcutta, and was going to join a
party of English gentlemen and ladies near the
Soduderhunds, just away from Calcutta, and
was traveling on horseback, accompanied by
two attendants, and as it was in the very hot
season, I concluded to travel by evening cool,
and so set out just after dusk. All went on
very well until I neared a large withered tree
in the center of a brake, when my horse stopped
and neighed tremblingly. This was a sure sign
that there was game afoot, I had one of my
attendants light a bomb, for I always traveled
with these hand-bombs, and hurled it right up
against the root of the tree. It hissed and ,
sputtered, and the smoke came curling over the :_
reeds in dense volumes. A roar followed that
made my blood curdle. I knew it only too
well. My horse turned so swiftly that he
threw me. My attendants turned to run. I
had only a. large knife. Presently I heard a
swift rush. I was frightened, but I made up
my mind to sell my life dearly. All the things .
I had ever done flashed through my brain in a
second. Suddenly there was a. silence, when,
just ahead of me, I saw the eyes of a tigress; a
saw her lashing her sides in anger and hate.
What should I do? To stir was instant death,
to stand still I believed the samel

“ I had not long to think; the tigress, steal-
thily crouching, silently sneaked toward me,
her eyes glaring and tongue half protruding. A1-
ready she was within ten feet of me. Suddenly
she stopped, crouching very low, and ready for a
spring. I felt my hour had come. Something
told me to move toward her. I put one foot
forward. Still she did not move. I tried the
next foot. Still she remained motionless. My
long knife I held securely in my hand. Al-
ready I was within three feet of her. If I
could only get nearer I had made up my mind

what to do. It was a terrible moment, and
often, as I look back upon it, I realize how near
I was to becnming a midnight meal for the
tigress. She seemed to be transfixed to the
spotl I realized I must make one desperate ef<
fortl.

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tell, but I buried my knife deep into her eye, A
and, made almOst crazy in desperation, I with-
drew it, only to see the tigress make a spring
to where I was standing a second before, and
utter such a. wild, fiendish roar it almost made
me faint. But my blow had told. and, mad
with pain and anger, she darted off into the
woods and left me more dead than alive. How
I ever reached Soonderbund Ido not know, but
I got there, joined my friends and was the
heroine of the hour, although for over a month
my nervous system was so shattered I could not _
leave the house!” finished Miss Hobart, her face
pale and eyes flashing in recollection of the
scene. v

“ Terrible! How in the name of goodness
did you ever do it?” asked the doctor.

“ I am sure I cannot tell. It seems all
through my life as if I was surrounded by hair-
breudth escapes and dangerous situations; yet I
invariably seem to come out unscathedl”
answered the female hunter,

“ You must bear a. charmed life!" remarked
Sam Forepaugh.

“No more than yon, Mr. Forepaugh. You
have a wonderful history, I know it. I have
heard of you, and I am sure you can tell many
more incidents than I can!” replied Miss
Hobart.

 

CHAPTER VIII.

SAM FOREPAUGH DISCOURSES ON PIG STIcmG
IN A HUMOROUS STRAIN.

“Yes, Miss Hobart, I have done some con-
siderable hunting, and before you were roasted
out on board of that bark, and came aboard to

‘ make us believe you were the greatest, bravest

and most kissable— Now, there! ’Scuse me,

:hnt I am inclined to be poetical. Yes; I

knew you would pardon an old man. Well, as
I was saying, before you came aboard I was
telling some of the boys my adventures in a.
few yarns, as the sailors call them. You have
spoken of the tiger. I am going to speak of
the only animal that is not afraid of the tiger,
the wild hog of India. For the benefit of our
friends who don’t know much about the perky

, species. I am going to say the wild pig of India ’

is as much different from the tame pig of our
pig pens, as honey is from vinegar. One is a
wild, vindictive, spiteful old catamaran. and
the other is amush and molasses individual, .
and while the home pig is like the home guards
during the late American war, cowardly, weak,
and a miserable subterfuge for a soldier, the
wild pig of India. is a true soldier, never run-
ning, but always fighting for its ground.

“ In fact, there is as much difference between
the tame and wild pig, as between the tame
Indian of Saratoga, who steals soda water

I made one spring, but how I did it I can never glasses, and gets drunk, on sucking bung-hoth

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and the wild Indians of Arizona, who fight and
scalp for the fun of the thing.

“The latin name for the East Indian pig is
a sindt'ous. I call him a saucy cuss without
the Indian. He often gets to be five feet long,
and reaches the hight of nearly four feet. His
strength is perfectly astonishing, and as for
running, why, he can almost run as fast as a
deer. I have seen him outrun a. very fast
Arabian horse. He has long, semicircular
tusks, and woe be to the man or beast he stabs
with them. I tell you, it is no pin-sticking
business, but every thrust of that tusk lets the
daylight way into his internals. These tusks
in the lower jaw sometimes get so long as eight
or nine inches. They curve outward and up-
ward, and the edges are kept sharp by the
pig’s constant habit of scouring them against
the tusks of its upper jaw.

“I tell you, my friends, the swiftness and
power with which he uses them tusks to butcher
an enemy is wonderful. He just handles them
like a doctor slicing up a charity patient! I
have seen them cut a hunting-dog nearly in
' two by a single stroke of their tusks, and he
never knew how easily be was stabbed! Men
and horses they kill once in a while, just to
keep their hand in, but a tiger they will fight,
and use up, almost as quickly as a tigress does
a dog! Sometimes a party of hunters will
start out after a ‘sounder of hogs,’ and come
back hunted themselves, Mr. Pork reversing
, the order of business, and playing hunter for

a little while himself.

“When he is wounded or a little hurt is the
time to stand clearl Then it is when he gets
up his mad, and tears around, slashing and de-
vouring everything he can!

“Now the wild hog, you know, is never
shot. An East Indian would think it beneath
his dignity to shoot a hog. He sticks him, and
that is what is called pig-sticking. The spear
or stick with which this sticking is done is a.
long shaft mode from a heavy, strong bamboo
stick, about eight or nine feet long, with the
butt end weighted with lead so as to balance
the weight of the spear head. There is a very
peculiar superstition among the East Indians
about the bamboo stick. They believe that if
it is not cut at the night time, and at the time
of anew moon, it will rot and be of no service.
Just like some English gals—only cut thdr
hair at the rise of a new moon, to bitch on to

‘1 some lover! The best spearhead to use is what
is called the Nugger Hunt spear-head. It is
out like a myrtle leaf, with long slight curves

., from point to shank, so that it can be easily

withdrawn as well as easily driven home. A'

four-headed spear I have seen them use. and
have used them myself, but as it is rather dif-
ficult to sharpen, I do not like it much. You
understand, of course, that the spearhead is

 

made of the best of steel, and its edges ought
to be sharp enough to shave with, in case any
lunatic is crazy enough to shave himself in
that fashion!

“ A fast, steady, well-trained horse you
must have, to set the business right. Then,
armed with this weapon, and a company of
friends and natives, you start out after the
pig, and arriving at some spot selected before‘
hand, the natives deploy oil? into the woods,
and commence their beating of drums, holler-
ing gibberish enough to scare all the dead from
the sacred tombs. Pretty soon you bear a
horn squeak, you know the game has been
started. After a little while out of the jungle
comes the “ sounder,” led by the old gray-
headed boar, the boss of the heap. When the
boss huntsman thinks the game has a fair start
in advance of the hunters, he gives the order,
and away you go. spears downward, in pursuit
of the game. Great smoke! how you must
ride; and mind you, if you do not overtake the
pig within two miles, he’ll get his second wind,
and if he does, good-by to your ever catching
him.

“It is no child’s play to ride after a pig, and
don’t you forget it. You have not only the
nerve and the strength of the horse to look
after, but you have a devilish-excuse my
swearing, Miss Hobart—sight of small holes
all over the ground made by small burrowing
animals, into which your horse is liable to
tumble and break his leg, ’cause if your horse
gets into one of these holes, you are liable to
take a slight balloon trip through the air, and
coming kersquash on the ground, find the earth
is harder than your body. Then you must
look out for water-courses, covered over with
weeds, and into these you are liable to go head-
foremost, and leave your legs sticking up in
the air, for the vultures to roost on. If you suc-
ceed in getting clear of all these obstacles, and
do not besides have your proboscis scratched by
over-hanging brandhes, for the pig will. spite-
fully run through all the tangled brushwood he
can, you may be able to catch him, and stick
him successfully.” ‘

“ Say you have come near the pig, you are
carrying your spear butt down, and the point
straight toward the horse’s nose; you come

‘ near to the pig, and always try to reach his

left side, so you can have the use of your right
arm, unless you are born t’other bended.
Then when you are near enough to stick him,
if he does not show fight, let her slide just in
behind his shoulder, so that the spear will go
clear through his lungs, and clean out of his
breast. Do you bitch on to my ideal I see
Miss Hobart does. I guess you have been
there, miss. Then, you see the force of the
horse’s gait drives the spear clean home, and
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withdraw it, and you are again ready. spear ln
hand, to take your part, in case Mister Pig is

sore because you have let daylight through 3

him, and wants to get square. Should he
charge you, why, you have no objection to
again giving him as much of the spear as he
requires, and can skewer him like a roasted
pig for a Christmas dinner; but sometimes
Mister Pig gels a little angry at being so unin-
vitingly spoared, and runs his msks through
the horse’s legs. Should that he the case, and
you fall, the rest of the herd will turn on you,
and pretty soon you will have several holes
through you, and present the appearance of a,
large skewer ready for the cook of a regi—
ment.

“I have seen a young and ferocious pig run
for a mile, suddenly turn, and going for the
horse‘s legs, upset the driver, and pin him fast
to the ground. I saw one young fellow, as big
as a young calf tackle a tiger. It was a. tough
fight, but finally the pig got himself on top,
and ran his tusks through the tiger, and before
we could get to them, brth were dead; the
tiger had torn off nearly the whole of his head,
while his tusks had become so firmly imbedded
into his hody,as to kill him l” finished old Sam.

“Iliad never any idea that wild boars or
pigs were so ferociousl” suggested the doctor.

“Then I have learnt you something, Doc!
The wild pig of India, it angry, is a very
ferocious brute, and I do not hesitate to say,
he can outwhip any animal of his sire in the
world!” answered Sam.

“ Have you ever seen them fight?” inquired
the captain.

“I have)” interrupted Miss Hobart.

“Where i” asked the captain.

“In Bungalow, I saw a wild pig and a couple
of jackals fight, and it was a one-sided affair.
The pig made very quick work of the jockals,
and when he got through and strutted away,
he seemed prepared for a. half a. dozen more I”
answered Miss Hobart.

“Which are the most ferocious, the young
or old i” inquired the captain.

“The young onesfi The old ones get weak
and are driven from the flock, and have to
look out for themselves, while the young fel-
lows do all the fighting, and will often turn on
one of their own number, and chastise them
for someimaginary grievance, such as carrying
food away to eat alone. They seem to make
it a. principle to eat together, and if a number
of young pigs slaughter a wild animal, they
must invite the rest to the feast, or else they
willbe turned upon, and serve as part of the

. feast themselvesl" answered Forepaugh.

“They resemble some human beings, then, "

i said the doctor.

“I should say sol” said old Sam; “especially
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l people to steal for them and share the pro-
ceeds.”

“ Speaking of America, Mr. Gray, I under‘
stand your father spent a great many days of
his life among the Indians of Canada. Will
you please help us pass away this morning by
telling us something about these people? I
have read a good deal about them, but I want
to hear something new, and something that
has never been published," said the minister,
addressing a Mr. John Gray, one of the party.

“Certainly, sir. It will afford me great
pleasure to tell you about this much-abused
race, whom people are now comparing to those
wild, vindictive creatures on the plains and
prairies of the United States, who unmerci-
fully slaughter and wantonly kill the very
people that feed theml" answered Gray.

“ Oh, thank you, Mr. Grayl I have always
had a great desire to know more about the
American Indians than I can see in the imper-
fect and rather sensational accounts I read in
many story-books,” said Miss Hobart, while
the company all got nearer to old John, who,
taking another chew of tobacco, told them, in
the following language, his positive knowledge
of the Indians of Canada of fifty years ago,
heard from the lips of is father and grand-
father, who had Indian lood in their veins,
and knew their entire histories and traditions.

 

CHAPTER IX.

JOHN GRAY TELLS THE TRUTH ABOUT AMERI-
CAN INDIANS, AS NEVER YET PUBLISHED.‘

“ MY friends,” said John Gray, “I am apar-
tial Indian, or American, myself; and if I
speak with feeling, or hotly, you must attrib-

ject. The Indians of America have been

lation of them has excited no more sympathy
than has been felt for the snow of America
which has every year melted away under the
bright sun of heaven} Owners from away
back in the dim past of vast territory given
them by the Almighty, they were gradually
superseded by stealers of the soil, until thou-
sands of miles have been so completely dis-
peopled that there does not remain a solitary
survivor to stand guard over the tombs of his
ancestors, or to stand among them the mourn-
er or representative of a. down-trodden and;
extinguished racel

“By an act of cruel barbarism, unexampled
in any history, their title of true born Ameri-
cans has been usurped by the false settlers of

 

' All I shall ea in these two chapters about the
Indians has been earned by menyayears’ daily deal-
ings with them, studying their nguage, histories

with their sign archives and rolls of Wampum, In

 

which were writh their records.

ute it to my heart being alive with the sub-r"

fading from before our eyes, and this annihi—,

and traditions. and constantly familiarizing myself . I I

 

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America, and as if to carry out the ignorance

which existed at the period of their discovery, ‘

we continue, in the ignorant talk of that day,
to call them Indians, although the deSIgnation
is as unjust and nonsensical as if we nick-
named them ‘Persians’ or ‘ Chinamen.’

“We have annihilated and destroyed the
best tribes of ‘Indians’ in America, by the
bayonet, by the diseases we brought among
them, by the introduction of spirituous liquors,
by our vices, and last, though not least, by our
proffered friendships; and yet all this time,
and up to a few years ago, the sun was setting
,upon one thousand negroes, who, in anguish of
mind, and under sea-sickness, set sail as slaves
from the coast of Africa; and yet their merci-
less tramckers were considered civilized Chris-

man was slaughtered, quartered, and a fit target
for every adventurer’s riflel My friends, was
thisvjustice? Had not the redvman some rights?
Civilized nations thought not, and to—day the
remnants of this noble race only exist in the
wild, thieving, blood-thirsty braves we as a
people have made them; imitating our treat-
ment of them, and paying us in the coin we
paid out so liberally seventy or one hundred
years ago; and, although I am not much of a
Christian, my friends, I believo the old Bible
truth of the ‘Sins of the fathers visiting the
children’ has become a truth in this case!
“Very few people know anything about the
/ true Indians of fifty years ago. In short, he
‘ tween the civilized and uncivilized world a bar-
rier exists, which neither party is very desir-
ous to cross; for the wild man was as much
oppressed by the warm houses, by the minute
regulations of civilized men, as they suffer from
sleeping with him under the canopy of Heaven,
or from following him over the surface of his
, ‘ trackless and townless territory; so you see
u . very little is truthfully known of the Indians
of long ago, and therefore in order to take a
fair view of the Indian, it is necessary to over-
leap the barrier I have described, and visit him
in his plains, in his lofty and almost inaccessible
mountains, and therefore if I am not tiring
-you in this long prelude, I will tell you all I
have learned about them from my father,
grandfather, and mother, the of latter whom
was a full-blooded half Indianl
"‘ The Indian talks but little; though their
knowledge is limited, yet they have at least the

ing to say; and it is a remarkable fact which
has repeatedly been observed, that they never
BWear or curse until they are brought in con-
‘ tact with the white man.

rives with a message of the greatest importance
to his tribe, even with the intelligence of the,
most imminent danger, he would never tell it
" at his first approach, but would sit down for a

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minute or two in silence, to collect himself be-
fore he’d speak, that he might not evince either
fear or excitement.

“ The old Indians were great speakers, and
were never lost for a word, although they never
I have often heard it said
that the Indians were inferior to ourselves
in their powers of body and mind. With re-
spect to their physical strength, it should be
borne in mind, my friendsl that men, like ani—
mals, are strong in proporiion to the food they
receive. in many parts of America, as well
as India, where the country, according to the
semen of the year, is either verdant or parchrd,
it is well known that not only the horses, cat-
tle, and wild beasts, are a great deal stronger

at the former season than the latter but that
tians and white men, while the poor red—l '

the human inhabitants who feed on them are
also fat and powerful at one season, and weak
at the other, and so it is with the Indian.

» The weights which Indian carriers can convey,

the surprising distances which their runners

_ Can perform, the number of hours they can re-

 

When an Indian ar- ‘

main on horseback, and the length of time
they can subsist without food, are facts which
disprove the theory of their being inferior in
strength to the white man. I have heard my
grandfather tell of a short, thick-set warrior
known by the appellatlon of “Brave,” who, in
a friendly way, agreed to wrestle with some of
the most powerful troopers in a regiment of
United States dregoons; and that the Indian,
grappling with one after another, dashed them
successively to the ground with a violence,
which they did not appear to enjoy, but with
about as much ease to himself, as if they had.
been so many maids of honor.

“A red—man can bear more torture of the
body than twenty white men. Some time ago
I got hold of a work published in 1750, which
was called ‘History of Jesuits,’ and in it there
was an account of the Indians’ courage and
ability to stand torture, and if I can remember
all of it, I will relate to you the circumstances:
It appears that it was about the time the
French were fighting the Indians in Canada,
and they had captured a number‘ of Indians.
The Count de Frontenac, I think that was his
name, condemned two of the Indians belonging
to the tribe of Five Nations to be burnt pub-
licly alive. His lady love entreated him to mod-
erate the sentence; and the Jesuits, it is said,

, : used their best endeavors for the same purpose;
-‘ wisdom never -to speak when they have noth- i

but the Count de Frontenac replied something in
this way: ‘There is a necessin to make an ex-
ample of these fellows!’ and finding all per-
suasion useless, the Jesuits went to the prison
to instruct the prisoners in the mysteries of
religion. But the Indians, after they had
heard their sentence, refused to hear the
Jesuits speak; and began to prepare for death
in their own manner, by simply singing their

     

 

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death-song. Some charitable person threw a g
knife into the prison, with which one
of them killed himself. The other was
carried to the place of execution by the
Indians ( f Loretta, a Christian tribe of
Indians, to which he walked, with as much
indifference as ever a martyr did to the stake.
While they were torturing him, he continued
singing that he was a warrior brave, and with-
out fear; that the most cruel death could not
shake his courage; that that most cruel tor-
ments should not draw an expression from
him; that his comrade was a coward, a scan-
dal to the Five Nations; who had killed him-
self for fear of pain; that he had the comfort
to reflect that he had made many Frenchmen
suffer as he did now. He fully verified his
words, for the most violent tonnents could
not force the least complaint from him, though
his executioners tried their utmost skill to do
it. They first broiled his feet between two red-
hot stones; then they put his fingers into red-
hot pipes and though he had his arms at
liberty, he would not pull his fingers out;- they
cut his joints, and, aiming hold of the smews
twisted them around small bars of iron. All
this while, my friends, he kept singing and re-
counting his own brave actions against the
French. At last my friends, they flayed his
scalp from his skull, and a owed scalding hot
:and upo L it, at which time the Intendant’s
lady, horrified, had him killedl This is no im-
aginary sketch, my friends, but the honest
truth, and I read it, just as 1 have told itl”

“ Horrors upon horrorsl Can such cruelties
exist?” asked Miss Hobart her face reddened,
and a sad expression overspreading it.

“ Exist? Yes, the history of Indian warfare
is full of it, and as a contrast, to show you
that even Indians often revolt at those tor-
tures:--Many years ago there was a Pawnee
warrior, son of “Old Knife,” who knowing
that his tribe according to custom were going
to torture a Paduca woman. whom they had
taken in war, resolutely determined at all
hazards, to rescue her from so cruel a. fate.
The poor creature, far from her family and
tribe, and surrounded only by the eager atti-
tudes, and anxious faces of her enemies, had
been actually fastened to the stakes, her funer-
a1 pile was about to be kindled, and every eye
was mercilessly directed upon her, when the
young Chieftain, mounted on one horse, and
according to the habit of his country, leading
another, was seen approaching the ceremony
at full gallop. To the astonishment of every
one, he rode straight up to the pile, extricated
the victim from the stake, threw her on the
loose horse, and then vaulting on 'the back of
the other, he carried her of! in trmmphl The
deed however, was so sudden and unexpected,

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considered as nothing less than the act, of the

‘ Great Spirit, that no efforts “ere made to re-

sist it, and the captive after three days’ travel-

. ing, was thus safely transported to her nation,
’ and lier friends, and on the relurn of the lib-
' erator to his own people, no censure was

passed on his extraordinary conduct—it was
allowed to pass unnoticed]

“ My mother told me that on the publication
of this story at Washington, in the United
States, the boarding—school girls at Miss W hite’s
seminary were so sensibly touched by it, that
they very prettily subscribed among each
other to purchase a gold medal, bearing a.
suitable inscription, which they presented to the
young red skin as a token of their admiration
of white-skins at the chivalrous act he had per-
formed in having rescued one of their sex from
so unnatural a fate. ”

“ A very pretty tribute, Mr. Gray, and one
the young lndian deserved,” said the captain,
" but you must excuse me; I have my reckon-
ings to take, and my midday observations to
make,” he continued, rising and bowing poo
litely.

“Then suppose I wait until after lunch be-
fore l finish my story i" said Gray.

“ Oh, no; not on my account,” said the
captain.

“ But oh yes, on your accountl” sweetly re~
plied the earl’s daughter.

‘ And on his acc0unt Gray did not resume the

rest of his narrative until after lunch.
CHAPTER X.

GRAY CONTINUES HIS HISTORY OF THEIN’DIAN

——-FULL or NOVELTY AND soLEMN TRUTHS.

“ AN Indian in peace, my friends,” centinued
Gray, “is very different from one in time of
war. The range of the red-man’s emotions is
greater than that of his white brother; and to
all who have seen only the calmness, the pa-
tience, the endurance, and the silence of the
Indians, it seems almost incredible that the s
most furious passions should be lying dormant
in a heart that history tells us is fu‘l of benevo-
lence, and that under the sweet countenance
which blossoms like the rose, there should be '
reposing in a coil a venomous serpent, which is
only waiting to spring on the enemy. There
is no doubt that for the noblest resignation, -
the purest courage, the most powerful self-
possession are contrasted in the same red
face, with the basest vengeance, the most bar~
barons cruelty, and the most unrelenting
malice that it is possible even for poetry to
conceive.

“About the time of the conclusion of peace
at Reswick, the noted Theronet died at Mon-
treal. The French gave him Christian burial
in a pompous manner; the priest that attended
him at his death having declared that he died

  

 

 

 

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a true Christian; for said the priest while I
explained to him the passion of our Savior,
whom the Jews crucified, he cried out: ‘ Oh, l
hadI been there I would have revenged his‘
death and brought away their scalpsl’ 1 ‘

I “The Indians have a very peculiar theory
about the scalping business. They realize that l

it is horrible in the extreme; at the same
time they argue that if war between civilized
nations can authorize us to blow out the brains
of our enemies,, run them through with the
bayonet, back them with our swords, riddle
them with round shot, grape and canister;
and if while the wounded are lying on the
ground it is our habit, from necessity, to ride
over them with our cavalry, and with our ar-
tillery and ball-cartridge carts to center over
them as it they were straw; if we can burn
them with rockets, scald them with steam, and
by explosion of well-constructed mines, as at
Petersburg in our late Civil War, blow them
by the hundreds into the air, surely they have
as much right to scalp their dead prisoners,
and carry home with them, as a trophy, the
brush of the fox they have run to death; and
to call them savages and brutes for this crime
is pretty much like the thief calling the thief
‘a thiefl’ Ancient history tells us that Achilles
thought himself doing a very fashionable thing
when he dragged the body of Hector, his feet
attached to the back of his chariot, around the
walls of Troy, and that the Phwnicians, no
doubt, thought it exquisitely fashionable to
burn their children in sacrifice; and again we
read that there was a time when the horrible
guillotine was considered a fashionable mode
of death; yet because the poor red-man scalps
or burns at the stake those‘who stole his lands,
and paid him with horrible butchery, the ,
civilized world shouts with horror, and cries
‘Savagel’ Now, my friends, I ask you is this
justice? Is it right? There is no doubt the ‘
Indians of to-day, the Indians of our frontier,
are treacherous people, yet who made them ‘
so? Who has taught them to write in their
wampum archives, ‘Beware and revenge our
wrongs?‘ ‘The white man is the red man’s‘
deadly enemyl’

“ The white man, my friends; and to him
alone can the Christian world look for an ex— 1
planation.

“The Indians believe in a. Great and Good
Spirit. and in a. ‘Munito,’ or Evil Genius.
They address themselves to both, and accord-
ingly the young, modest Indian girl, with her
arms folded across her bosom, as fervently
entreats the Fiend not to ‘lead her into
temptation,’ as her parents, under every afliic-
tion, pray to the Great Spirit ‘to deliver them
from evil.‘ The different Indian tribes, for
centuries back, have difi‘erent notions about
the origin of their race; yet it is a remarkable
$906 that all the tribes whose records I have

     

  

seen, and with whom my parents were asso-
ciated, believe they had their origin in the
landing of ‘a. big canoe,’ which was supposed

l to have rested on the summit of some hill, or

mountain in the neighborhood. The old tribe
of Mandan Indians carried out this vague
Mount Ararat impression to a. very remark-
able extent, as they used to hold an annual
ceremony around ‘a great canoe,’ entitled, in
their language, the ‘settliag of the waters,’
which was always held on the day the
willow-trees of their ‘country came into
blossom,’ and their traditions showed that
the reason this tree was selected was be-
cause it was from it that the bird flew to them,
with a branch in its mouth, and when inquir-
ing what bird it was, the Indians always pointed
to the done, which it appears was held so sacred
among them that neither man, woman or child
would injure it; indeed, the Mundan history

1 shows that even their dogs instinctively res
,spected that bird. Other tribes believe that
l they are descendants of people born across ‘the

Great Salt Lake.’ Some believe the Great

1 Spirit made them out of the celebrated red
stone, from which. from time immemorial,
j they have made their pipes.
, were created from the dust of the earth, and
;in their archives can be found these words,

Others, that they

‘The Great Spirit must have made the white

people out of fine dust for they know more
than we.’

“Just let me read to you a. report of an in-

, terview that took place in 1821 between Major
’ Cummings of the U. S. Army, and a nation of
1 Indians formed by the union of three tribes,
‘ Potawattomies, Chippewas, and Ottawas:

"’ ‘ What ceremonies have you at the burial of

your dead?’

“ ‘ These vary. We bury by putting the body

under ground in a case or wrapped in skins;
sometimes by placing it in trees, or standing it
erect and inclosing it with a paling. This dif-
ference generally arises from the request of the
man before he died, or from the dream of a
relative.
their property, believing that it it “as useful
to them during their life, it may prove so to
j them when they are gonel’

We place with thedead some part of

“ ‘ Do you believe that the soul lives after the

‘ body is deadl’

“ ‘ “’e do, but that it does not leave this world

till its relatives and friends feast and do brave
actions to obtain its safe support.’

“ ‘ Do you believe there is a. place of happi-

ness and ot misery?

“ ‘ We do. The happy are employed in feast-

ing and dancing; the miserable wander through
the air.’

“ ‘ What entitles a person to a place of happi-

ness, and what condemns a person to a. place of
misery?’

“ ‘To be entitled to a place of happiness a

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man must be a good hunter, and possess a gen-
erous heart. The miser, the envious man, the
liar and the cheat are condemned to a place of
misery.’

“So you see, my friends, they have very
generous peculiar notions about their God, and
yet, the infidels and other disbelieving races

received better treatment at the hands of the ‘

white man than the poor Indian.

“ Did any one of you ever hear the story of
the first Indian chief who visited the Capitol
of the United States?”

“No;" they all answered.

“Then I will tell you about it; it shows the
[nilian character so truly since their connection
with the white man, that it is worth telling.

“In order to assist the officers in the
Indian Department in their arduous duty
of persuading them to peaceably give up their
iands,und to show them the greatness of the white
man’s nations, an Indian chief—Powhanwanee
—ot the Chippewa tribe, was invited on to
Washington in order that he should see with
his own eyes and report to the tribes ‘the
greatness of the white man,’ so accordingly he
came.

“ After the troops had been made to maneu—
ver before him, after thundering volleys of
artillery had almost deafened him, and after

‘ every department had displayed to him all that

was likely to add to the terror and astonish-
ment he had already experienced, the President,
in lieu of the Indians clothes, presented him
with a colonel’s uniform, in which, and with
many other presents, the bewildered chief took
his departure. '

“ In a pair of kid gloves, tight blue coat with
gilt buttons, gold epaulettes and red sash, cloth
trowsers with straps, high-heeled boots, cocked
hat and scarlet feather; with a cigar in his
mouth, a green umbrella in one hand and afan
in the other, and with the neck of a whisky-
hottle protruding from each of the two coat-
tail pockets of his regimental coat, this ‘ mon-
key who had seen the world ’ suddenly ap-
peared before the chiefs and warriors of his
tribe.

“ And as he stood before them, straight as n
ramrod, in a high state of perspiration—caused
by the tightness of his finery—while the cool
fresh air of Heaven blew over the naked unre~
strained limbs of his spectators, it might, per-
haps, not unjustly be said of the two costumes,
‘which is the snvage?’

“Then he undertook to lecture them on all
that he had seen. For a while he was listened
to with attention, but after a. while they began
to disbelieve him. Nothing daunted, however,
the chief proceeded. He told them about wig-
wams in which a thousand people could pray
at the same time to the Great Spirit; of other
Wigwam five stories high, built in lines, facing

 

each other; of war canoes that held "twelve
hundred warriors. Such tales to an Indian
mind seemed an insult to his common sense.

“For some time he was treated with ridicule
and contempt; but when, resolutely continuing
to recount his adventures, he told them that he
had seen white people who, by attaching a
greal ball to a canoe,,could raise it into the
clouds and travel through the heavens, the
medicine, mystery, or learned men of his tribe
pronounced him an impostor, and the multitude
vociferously declaring that he was too great a
liar to live, a young warrior, in a paroxysm of
anger, leveled a rifle at his head, and blew his
brains out.”

“Singular ending of a desire to do good,”
said the doctor.

“Yes; but you must remember these people
had seen none of these things themselves, and
believed he was induced by the white people to
tell them lies and betray them; and while no
doubt many of the older members of the tribe
regretted the incident, there were others
who sided with the young fellow who killed
him.”

“Just as in civilized communities, I pre-
sume,” said the captain.

“ Precisely,” answered Gray.

“Mr. Gray, you must have had a vast
amount of experience with the Indians?” said '
Miss Hobart.

“Yes, before-I came to India I spent nearly
ten years of my life right in their midst. I
have learned their language, understand all
their signs, and have been able to carry ofl
copies of their traditions, which are still reli-
giously preserved on wampum, by their ances-
tors, and I have visited their mounds and sai-
cred spots in the interest of science and news-
papers, until I seem to understand the Indian,
or rather true American character, about as
well as you do the India of Asia or the Hin-
doos,” replied Gray, enthusiastically. '

“Now you have all had your say; if you
will come forward with me I will show you
my wild animals and explain 150 you a. few ot
their characteristics,” said Sam Forepaugh.

They- needed no second invitation, so all
quickly put away their traps, and in Indian file
marched to the forward part of the ship,
where the animals were all confined in cages
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CHAPTER XI.

INDIA: ITS'ANIMALS, TEAITS AND TRICKS, as
EXPLAINED BY SAM, LEWIS AND was no-
BART.

“ lN the first cage, this large one," said Sam, -
pointing to a large cage on the middle deck, .
“you see the fruit-eating bats, which are one
tirer diiferent from other bats, as they only
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that peculiar tail of theirs, and clustering l Tsland ofCoylnn. There isavery great peculiar-

around the mango and tamarind trees, eat
until they are hardly able to move. They are
a peculiarly spiteful little animal, and some
natives believe they are pqisouous, like the
vampire bat, which you know lights on a
sleeping person and sucks all of their blood.
How true this is I do not know, as these three
that you see there, sucking the oranges, I can
carry around in my bosom if I wish to.

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“The bulbul-birds, the sun—birds with that ‘

beautiful plumage, and that collection of hum-
ming-birds, all congregated in a cluster in the
corner, are a very choice collection, and if I
succeed in carrying them safely to London,
they will be the first birds of that species that
have ever been brought alive this great distance.
Those birds just back of them are the dial-bird,
the yellow oriole, whose mellow voice, just
like a flute, is only heard in the morning, and
the jungle-cock, which is also a morning song-
ster. The others are warble-rs, maynahs and
bronze-winged pigeons. These orange—winged
pigeons are very much different from the tame
English pigeon—that is, their noise or notes
resemble more the plaintive cry of cattle, and
often draw the leopard, panther and tiger from
his lair in search of this game.”

“What is that peculiar looking bird, that
one in the corner?” asked the doctor.

“That is the cicada, or ‘knife grinder,’ as
the natives call him, because of his peculiar
rasping cry, or sound, which he utters from
the stern of the palm tree, and which so much
resembles these machines,” answered Sam.

“ What a. lovely thing early morning is in
India,” said Miss Hobart. “During the first
five hours of morning nature seems to teem
with life and motion, the air is melodious with
the voice of birds, the woods resounding with
the hum of insects, and the earth alive with
’every form of living nature. But as the sun
ascends to meridian the scene is changed.

“Every animal disappears, escaping under
the thick cover of the woods, the birds retire
to the shade, the buffalo steals to the water-
tanks and water courses, concealing all but his
gloomy head and shining horns in the mud and
sedges; the elephant fans himself languidly
with leaves to drive away the files that perplex
him, and the deer cower in groups under the
overarching jungle, while the bright green lizard
darts up the rough stems of the trees, and
pauses between each spring to look inquiringly
around. It is a beautiful sight; but I must
not interrupt Mr. Forepaughl” finished Miss
Hobart.

“ Thanksl” said Sam, approaching an elephant
chained to the foot of the foremost. “This is
my baby. This elephant, I suppose, is two or
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ity about the Celon elephants. That is, while
both sexes of the elephant in Africa have
tusks, there is not one in a hundred in Ceylon
that ever have them. This fellow is a male, and
you see, he has tusks. Then again, the Ceylon
elephants have most monstrous teeth, teeth
that are never found in the elephants of any
other country. These Ceylon elephants are a
very peculiarly tame animal, and this fellow,
Babe, before I bought him, was a very useful
servant on a. large farm. Let me tell you how
I came to select, or rather, buy him.

“ One evening while riding in the vicinity of
Kandy, toward the scene of a terrible massacre
in 1803, my horse became excited at anoise
which approached us in the thick jungles, and
which consisted of a repetition of the ejacula-
of ‘ Umph! umphl’ in a hoarse sound. A turn
in the forest explained the mystery, by bring-
ing me face to face with Babe alone. He was
laboring painfully to carry a heavy beam of
timber, which be balanced across his tusks. but

' the pathway being narrow he was forced to

bend his head to one side to permit it to pass
endways, and the exertion and inconvenience
combined led him to utter the sounds that dis-
turbed my horse. .

“ 0n seeing us halt, the old fellow raised his
head, reconnoitered us for a. moment, then
threw down the timber and forced himself
backward among the brushwood, so as to leave
a passage, of which he expected us to avail
ourselves. My horse still hesitated. Babe ob—
served it, and impatiently thrust himself still
deeper into the jungles, repeating the cry of
‘Umph,’ in a voice evidently meant to en-
courage us to come on.

“Still the horse trembled, and anxious to ob-
serve the instinct of the two sagacious creat-
ures, I kept quiet. Again the old fellow
wedged himself further in among the trees
and waited impatiently for us to pass him; and
after the horse had done so tremblingly and
timidly, I saw Babe stoop and take up his
heavy burden, trim and balance it on his
tusks and resume his route, hoarser snorting
as before his discontented remonstrances, and
I followed him to where they were building a
house, saw he carried all the heavy timber, see
lecting it froma pile in the distance, and I
bought him for a thousand rupees: and would
not take twenty thousand dollars for him!”
finished Sam, approaching Babe and handing
him a handful of lump sugar.

“ That’s Lewis’s crocodile,” said Sam, point-
ing to a large iron-bound tank, wherein the
lazy brute was floating around. ‘

“Yes, and a beauty, too, ain’t he, Miss Ho-
bart?” asked Lewis, proudly.

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but hardly as pretty in the river, when you
cannot tell what instant he may devour you!”
answered Miss Hobart.

“There, now! listen to him! He’s mad at
something,” said Fore} augh.

The old fellow raised his head above the wa-
ter and clashed his teeth together menacingly.
This action has a horrid sound, as the crocodile
has no fleshy lips, and he brings his teeth and
the bones of his mouth together with a loud
noise, like the chunk of two pieces of hard
wood.

“ I guess he is hungry,” suggested the doc— '

tor.

“Hungry? Why, Ifcd him this morning!
But wait, I’ll got him a piece of beef,” and
John brought a pic-co of raw beef, which
as soon as the crocodile saw he lashed his
tank and opened and shut his ponderous jaws
angrily.
and ungainly as be was, he caught it, and in

less than a second had devoured it, and was "

looking for more.

“Now, then. ladies and gentlemen, here is
my happy family!" said Lewis, approaching a
large cage of monkeys, etc, etc.

“First, there are two flying foxes. They
hang from trees just; like the fruit. They fly
by means of a piece of flesh attached to the
inner side of their hind legs and made fast to
a projecting bone, just as a fore and aft sail is
distended by a gaff.

“ By day-time they suspend themselves from
the highest branches of the silk cotton trees,
hanging by the claws of the hind legs, with

the head turned upward. and the chin pressmi ‘
sunset they take‘
wings and light, or hover around the fruit;

against the breast. At

trees, on which they feed until morning, when
they sleep until evening.

“They often hang in such prodigious num—
bers, that the branches give way beneath their
weight, and they fall, and become an easy
prey to some wild beast. That little but there
is all I have of a number. They are very
tame, harmless things, and will often light on
the dinner—table, and be caught by putting a
wine glass over them.

“ You all have seen chameleons before. Here
are two of them. Watch him catch them files!
It is wonderful how he moves that tongue in
and outl I suppose you know the chameleon
resembles a leaf of a tree, so closely that it is
impossible to tell them apart.

“In that corner partition are some Ceylon
spiders. I have each those monstrous fellows
catch a humming bird in its web, and seizing
by the thigh, saw its leg clean through. It
then caught the bird by the throat, and put an
end to its sufferings by cutting off its head.
The legs of that big fellow will cover an or-
dinary breakfast plate. The monkeys need no

Inscription,

It was thrown to him, and, clumsy ,

l “ Now, my friends, especially you, doctor,
,know very little about the crows of India.
‘ They are very different from our home crows.
They are more of the vulture species. They
3 are perfect nuisances, and these follows I have
caught not so much for a curiosity, as to show
how intelligent and sharp they are. Nothing
is more common than the passage of one of
these birds across a room, lifting on the
wind some ill-guarded morsel from the dining-,
table. No article, no matter what it is, is safe
3 from their claws or beaks. The contents of a
lady’s workbox, kid gloves and pocket-hand—
? kcrchiefs, vanish instantly if exposed neara
window or open door? They open paper parcels
to ascertain the contents; they will undo a.
knot on a napkin if it incloses anything ent-

nhle, and I have seen one of them extract a v.

peg which fastened the lid of a basket, in order
to plunder the provender withinl
1 “If one of these fellows cannot get a bone
away from a dog, another will come and divert
the animal’s attention till his black confederate
succeeds.

“ They are as cunning as jackals, and that is
saying a great deal. The jackal having hid-
den his game in the jungle, will issue there-
from with an easy air of indifference, and it a.
man or any other enemy be in sight, will seize
a cocoanut husk, or any other worthless thing
. in his mouth, and fly at full speed as if eager

to carry off the pretended prize, returning
g for the real plant at some more convenient
‘ season I”

“Yes, jackals are very curious animals!"
said Forepaugh. “ Ihave seen them lay down,
feet cocked in the air, simulating death, and
the moment you leave them, jump on their feet,
and make away as fast as their feet can carry
them!

“In these other cages we have my young
tigers. In the next is aleopard, and the next'
a panther,” continued Forepaugh,and then turn-
ing to a box of snakes, he said:

“My number of snakes brought over this
trip are very small. These two are specimens
of the python tribe, a branch of the boa-con»
strictor family. but every poor relation com- 7
pared to the Singapore or South American '
varieties. It generally lies coiled up, its head
upon a. deer path, so that it can see both ways,
.‘ and its tail tightly wound around a. small’ tree
as a purchase. In fact it sets itself, as it were,
completely in a trap.

“ It is the most curious specimen of asnake in
the world, and the old story about the cat
with nine lives has a living example in a python.

, "I met one just in the position I have de-

, scribed, and I sent a bullet through its head,

i which only seemed to paralyze it, and nothing

i that I could do in the way of cxterminating it
seemed to have any further effect upon it, and it

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dead. It took two stout natives to carry it

back to camp, lashed by the head and tail to a. 1

strong pole, round which it kept writhing like
a great big animated corkscrew. It measured

just about as much as this fellow. That is, ,
fifteen feet in length, the circumference at its ,

thickest part being equal to that of a well~
grown man’s thigh i” finished Sam.

“ 1 have met them very often in my travels,
and am surprised to see how quick they can
move,” said Gray.

“They are a very valuable snake, are they
not?” asked the minister.

“Yes; I forgot to say that they are looked
upon by some of the tribes of India as a. direct
descendant of the ‘ evil snake,’ or snake that
contains sin, and a. curious superstition exists
that if you can kill one instantly your sins and
the sins of all your family, who are present
within sunrise and sunset of the day of his
death, will be absolutely and entirely forgiven,”
answered Forepaugh.

“ A very peculiar superstition; but talking of
' superstitions, Mr. Forcpaugh,did you ever know
that some of the tribes of India, believe the
Cheetah to be a wild, sin-stained son of their
God, who has been set loose to kill the pure and
innocent, and that is the reason they believe he
delights in seeking out and killing sheep!" asked
Miss Hobart.

_ “ No, I never heard of that before,” answered
one or two of the party.

“Well, it is a fact, and the celebrated tem-
ple of Mehintelle, which was built in the first
era. of Christianity, upon a rock one thousand
feet in hight, and which is ascended by sixteen
hundred steps, it is supposed, was built by the
Cheetahs’ forefathers, which were supposed to
have been more of men than beasts.”

“Well, that is a very peculiar superstition,
sure enough!” said the d :ctor.

. “ Very!" answered the captain; “but, as
‘ we will soon be in sight of Ceylon, suppose we
adjourn to the saloon I”

And adjourn to the saloon it was, while the
good old “Admiral” carried her load of wild
and civilized freight as it totally unconscious
of her burden.

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OEYLON — PRECIOUS STONES — ELEPHANT’S ;

TOOTH-soars, ETC., ETC. — SUPERSTITIUNS

CURIOUS AND STRANGE.

IT was just sunset, as the “Admiral”
steamed into the roads of Galle, and the ships
at anchor in the harbor could be distinctly
seen. The breezes and spicy odors of the
Island of Ceylon could be distinctly smelt in
the cool evening wind, wafted across the ship.
Hardly had the anchor been dropped when
aboard came natives, selling everything you
can think of, from a banana to a precious stone

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Ceylon is, as every one possibly knows, cele-
brated for its real gems, and almost as much
for the wonderful imitations olfered for sale by
the natives. Some are made in England and
exported, but many are made there and in
India, and are far better in appearance than
the English, or even those of Paris.

On tht deck of the Admiral there was a
couple of half-naked Indians, who produced
from their waist—cloths rubies, sapphires and
emeralds, for which they asked from one to
four thousand rupees, and gratefully would
take a quarter or one-eighth as much for the
whole lot, it closely pressed. The boats that
these natives use are very long and narrow,
with an enormous outrigger and large sail, and
when it is very rough nearly the whole of the
crew of the boat go out one by one, and sit on
the outrigger to keep it in the water, from
which springs the Cingalese saying, “One
man, two men, four men breeze.”

The following morning, early, most of the
passengers went ashore “to stretch their legs,"
as they said, and our party of hunters and
Miss Hobart, accompanied by the doctor, who
was very attentive and sweet on her, went to
the Oriental Company’s hotel to try a break-
fast on shore, and from its windows watch the
passers by.

Each race of the Island of Ceylon differs as
to the manner of carrying a load. A Tamil
cooley prefers carrying his on the top of his
head. A Cingalese makes use of a “ pingo,”
an elastic piece of wood placed across one
shoulder, to either end of which their burden
is attached. Moormen carry theirs on their
back, with a strap round the head, after the
fashion of English porters before light carts
came into use.

One old Tamil porter came up to Fore-
paugh and, looking at him for a minute or, so,

i salanmed in his peculiar fashion, and said, in

his native language, which Sam understood:

“ Does the rajah remember Koohi?”

“ No, I can’t say that I do,” answers Sam.

“ No? Very funny! Koohi was with the
rajah at Tissa Waha Raina when rajah killed
elephant!” ,V

“ Oh, yes; I remember you nowl How do you
do?” said Sam, extending his hand.

“Very poor. Elephant killed me. No use!”
replied the old fellow in a crying manner.

“ Elephant killed him means he got too old
to do elephant hunting, and he was thrown
aside for a younger maul” explained Sam, and
then continued: “ I remember the old fellow very
well now. He was an elephant doctor, a. very
common class of people in Ceylon;but as the ele-
phant seldom has anything but a toothache, I
don‘t see how so many of them live."

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“Oh, yes; elephants have what is called
toothaches, and they sometimes are driven
nearly crazy with them. This malady, of
course, only attacks the tushes, stunted apolo-
gies for teeth growing straight downward from
the upper jaw. Upon these small insects es-
tablish themselves, building little holes and eat-
ing deeply into the ivory; and, though the
tushes are said to have no nerves, causing their
owners as much anguish as would make any
dentist happy; In their terrible moments of
pain elephants frequently break them short off
by knocking them against the trees, and yet the
originator of their troubles, strange to say, has
never been seen by mortal eyes. It would be

impossible, of course, to see them without a ‘

microscope; but before the tush can be extract-
ed and delivered to some scientific individual,
the insect has disappeared, leaving only its
hard, scaly abode and deep holes in the ivory,
which in well developed cases looks like a cab-
bage stalk gnawed by rabbits!”

“ Well, how do these men doctor them?" in-
quired the doctor.

“ In the wild state the elephant is very heal-
thy; indeed, it has always been a mystery how
and when they die. No corpses have ever been
found except such as have come to violent ends.
In captivity they are often sick from tooth-
ache or a few other ills, and, if the former, the
doctor, by means of some soothing gibberish,
gets near enough to the elephant, who is al-
ready chained, and pulls the tooth out. In
fact, an elephant who is in pain or sick can be
very easily managed by one of these men, as
they seem to understand each other very well,
and have even been known to sleep and live
constantly among a herd of tame elephants,
just for the purpose ot‘ gaining their friendship
and kindly consideration!” answered Fore-
pangh.

The old doctor was given a rupee, and
walked 01! while Sam and the party still en-
joyed the breezes from the veranda.

“ Why, there is a tame bear!” exclaimed the
doctor.

“Yes; but a very unusual occurrence on
this island," said Miss Hobart. “ The bears of
Ceylon you are not fortunate enough to fall
in with in the daytime. They prowl around
principally in the night. There is no animal
on this island that is more dreaded by the na-
tives than the bear. These formidable animals,
rarely losing an opportunity of attacking any
single individual who crosses their path, and
they have been known to cautiously and very
silently approach a native’a cabin, and quietly
picking up a sleeping child, carry it away,
while the parents were sound asleep. Casual-
ties are of frequent occurrence where these
beasts live, and I have often met with poor
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lation; the whole of the integuments of the
face, lips, nose, and eyes, having been torn, or
sucked oil! by these bloodthirsty creatures!”
I remember one very sad‘case: A young
Tamil girl, a. very pretty, ~bright creature,
whom I had often met in my stay in the
ancient capital of Ceylon, and had grown to
be very fond of, was engaged to be married to
a youth a few years older than herself. It

‘ was a pure love match, as they were devotedly

attached to either, and could be often seen
walking hand in hand, through the streets.
Well, the wedding-day was fixed, and lwas
invited, and had promised to present the bride
with a young tiger’s skin, an omen of good
luck. But during the night a bear had walked
into her parent‘s cabin, and carried her off to
the jungle, and the wedding morning was the
day of her death. Her body was found about a
half a mile from her house, so mutilated and
torn as to be only recognizable by her dress and
silver armlets. Her poor lover becamea hope-
less maniac, roamed oflf into the woods, and
was never seen again, and to this day—that
was four years ago—the natives believe he
appears, on the anniversary of their marriage,
in a cloud, hearing her in his arms, and they
hold a feast, and go through all the forms of
the marriage ceremony, to please them, when
the natives say they disappear, and are not
seen again until the following yearl”

“How pretty and yet how sad!” said the
doctor. “ These peculiar superstitions partake I
more of ancient witchcrafteryl”

“ Oh, yes! beliefs in witches are quite preva-
lent, and there is hardly a. village on this
island that does not contain some dried-up
old woman, firmly believed to ’be a witch.
Others, either young or old, are believed to
have an evil eye; and as in Scotland some
centuries ago, there are also witch-finders, sor-
cerers, who sell charms, cast nativities, give
divinations, or ward of! the evil efforts of
wizards and witches by powerful spells. When '
a wealthy man has a child born, the natives
cast the birth of the infant on some auspicious
day, and believe in the luck of that day, as
assuring the child a happy futurel” said Miss
Hobart, in reply.

“ Oh yes, I know of very many well authen-
ticated stories about these people‘s belief in
witchesl" said Gray. “A friend of mine who
has published several very interesting articles
on this subject once narrated to me a very
peculiar instance that came under his observa-
tion, in relation to these creatures.

“He said, ‘I remember a man coming to
me on one occasion from the village of Kup-
poor-puckee. He rushed up to where I was
sitting in the veranda, threw himself at my' '
feet, with tears treaming down his cheeks,
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that his wife had just teen hewitched. Get-
ting hini somewhat soothed and pacified, I
learned that a reputed witch lived next door
10 his house; that she and the man‘s wife had
quarreled in the morning about some capsi-
cums.—pepp(=r-pots—wliich the witch was try-
ing to steal from his garden; that in the even-
ing as his wife was washing herself inside the
little court-yaid aipertaining to his house, she
was seized with cramps and shivering fits and
was now in a raging fever! that the witch had
also been bathing at the same time, and that
the water from her body had splashed over
this man’s fence, and part of it had come in
contact with his wife’s body, hence this
strange possession. He wished me to send ser-
vants at once and have the witch seized. beat-
en, and expelled from the village. It would
have been no use my trying to Iersuade him
that no witchcraft exisited. So I gave him a
good dose of quinine for his wife which she
was to take as soon as the fit subsided. Next
day I got my old Moonshe, or native writer,
to write some Persian characters on a piece of
paper; I then gave him this paper, muttering
a bit of, English rhyme at the time, and
telling him this was a powerful spell. I told
him to take three hairs from his wife’s head,
and a paring from her thumb nail and at the
rising of the moon to burn them outside the
walls of his hut. The poor fellow took the
quinine and the paper with the deepest rever-
ence, made me a most lowly salaam or obel-
sance, and departed with a. light heart. He
carried out my instructions to the letter, the
quinine acted like a. charm on the feverish wo-
man, and I found myself quite a famous
witch-doctor? ”*

“What silly nonsencel” said the captain,
who had joined the party in time to hear Mr.
Gray’s narrative. '

“Why silly! Captain, you ought to know
there is no race of people living who are not
more or less superstitious,” said the doctor,
“sailors especially. They will never sail on
Friday, will not allow a messmate to whistle on
shipboard, for fear of getting up a gale, and
besides we are all of us more or less inclined
that way. Then why should not these poor
ignorant people who believe in a stone God,
and worship images have some superstition in

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“Stop! stop! Doc, I did not intend to raise
your ire; I simply made use of the expression
to show my opinion of it, but I know of a case
Of superstition which, as I knew all the parties,
I am able to vouch for as being an actual oc-
currence,” said the captain, and then told the
following story:

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lived in the town where I was born, and who
was in easy circumstances, married his cousin,
a remarkably pretty girl. They seemed to
have no earthly distrezs, but to live solely for
each other. She passed for a model of conjugal
affection and contentment, and he was greatly
esteemed. Early one morning in January he
had to drive aloud of corn to a neighboring
village. He started at the peep of day, and as
he was passing a bridge over a river near his
home, a man leaped into the cart and stabbed
him. Gauthier, for that was his name, jumped
out of the cart; a violent struggle ensued; he
received five or six thrusts of a knife, but at
last he put the {13515le to flight. He by and
by fainted. however, from loss of blood, and
was found senseless on the road; buthe revived
and was bandaged in a farm house, carried.
home in the course of the day, and put to bed
by his aflllcted wife, to whom, as well as the
neighbors, he said that from the imperfect
light, he had been unable to distinguish the
features of his assailant.

“ Nevertheless, suspicion rested on a relative
of his own, a maker of wooden shoes, by the
name of Marandon, who had been for about
two years a widower, and had, it seems, been
observed to pay particular attentions to his
cousin‘s handsome hclpinate. The magistrate
ordered an investigation; they found a few
drops of blood on Marandou’s clothes, and it
was proved that he spent the night of the at-
tack away from home, but Gauthier renewed
his denial of having recognized the assassin,
and treated the charge against his friend and
kinsman with utter contempt, so the man
was dismissed and the affair remained a
mystery. Three weeks passed. Gauthier re-
covered and the first visit be paid was to
the magistrate. He now said that he
had perfectly recognized Mirandou as his
assailant; but that knowing the charm or
power he possessed in his Gaul, which had
come from an Indian sea captain, he .felt sure
if he swore against him, he would be per-
petually troubled, and when he died, he
would never have any peace. The magistrate
tried to persuade him out of the idea and
allow the law to take its course, but he said
“no!” That although he knew Mirandon tried
to put him out of the way, to gain possession
of his wife, he would sooner she shoulng with
hiin.as hard a blow as it would be to him,
than try to punish any man who were such a
terrible charm as an East Indian Gaul. The
magistrate, a stern old fellow, had Gauthier
locked up, arrested Marandon, but when they
went to his cell to bring him out, he was dead;
he had committed suicide, rather than prose-
cute a. man who wore a charm! Now. if that
is not superstition, I'do not know what is!”
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“Yes, but here we have, in Ceylon, a super- ;
stition that is bred in the bone, and takes the
form of a second nature,” said Mr. Gray. “ l
have seen many such cases. A blight attacks
the melon or cucumber beds; a fierce wind
arises during the night and shakes half the
mangoes off the trees; the youngest child is
attacked with teething or convulsions; the
plow bullock is accidentally lamed, or the
favorite cow refuses to give milk. In every
case it is some ‘Dyne ’ or witch that has been
at work with her damnable spells and charms.
I remember a case in which a poor little child
had had convulsions. The ‘Ojah’ or witch- i
finder, in this case afat greasy knave, was sent
for. Full of importance and blowing like a
porpoise, he came and Caused the child to be
brought to him, under a tree in the village.
I was passing at the time, and stopped out
of curiosity. He spread a tattered cloth
in front of him, and muttered some un-
intelligible gibberish, unceasingly making
strange passes with his arms. He put down a
number or articles on his cloth, which was
villainously tattered and greasy, such as an
unripe plantain, a handful of rice, of parched i
peas, a thigh bone, two wooden cups, some ‘
balls, etc, etc., all of which he kept moving ,
about, keeping up the passes and muttering all i
the time. The child was a. sickly—looking pi-
ning sort of creature, rocking about in evident
pain, and moaning and fretting just as sick
children do. Gradually its attention got fixed ,
on the strange antics going on. The Ojah,
kept muttering away quicker and quicker, con-
stantly shifting the bone and cups and other
articles on the cloth. His body was covered with
perspiration, but in half an hour the child had
gone off to sleep, and attended by some dozen
old. women, and the anxious father was borne
off in triumph to the house.”

“Singular shrewdnessl It is a wonder the
natives do not see through these tricks!” said
the earl’s daughter.

“That explains it in a nutshell!” said Mr.
Gray. “They are too thick-headed and dull.
of comprehension to View it any other way,
than as a dispensation from their Providence, .
and these old rascals live and grow fat upon
their ignorance!"

CHAPTER XIIT.
SHIP DETAINED—MUTINY IN INDIA.

THE group found the sun unpleasantly hot,
and went inside of this huge caravansary,
“The Great Hotel.” Rooms were secured for
a day’s rest in preference to going aboard the
ship, ns the captain had been that morning in-
formed that his vessel must remain, with other
steamers, to carry troops to Calcutta, unless
the English transport vessels expected to arrive,
came in within twenty-four hours. 1

As soon as they had secured their rooms, the

‘ manager asked them to select their servants,

and he pointed to a score or more of natives,
who had filed in from' a court—yard, and form-
ed in line like a company of soldiers. The
manager explains that each one of the company
is to have a servant for his exclusive employ-
ment, and that the rate to be paid is one En-
glish shilling daily per man. They select their
men, and send them to the steamer for their
hand luggage, and then retire to the cool of
their rooms, where an old English Soldier visits
them, and politely (loffing his hat, says:

“ Ladies and gentlemen, I was a soldier with

, General Havelock during the mutiny, and Iam
‘ all in pieces, just kept together by bits of flesh,

sewed together as it is. I was with the Ma-

, rims Fusileers, under the command of Colonel
Neill, which was the first regiment to reach

Calcutta, at the time of the mutiny in 1857; we
arrived late one afternoon, and immediately
proceeded to the railway station. The train

, for Ranegunge was about starting, and there

would be no other train for twenty-four hours.

‘ Colonel Neill asked for ten minutes’ delay, and

promised to have his men and baggage aboard
at the end of that time. The station—master
refused, and said the train must leave immedi-
atelyl

“ ‘ Give me only five minutes 1’ said Colonel
Neill.

“ ‘No,’ answered the station-master, and he
raised his hand to give the signal for departure.
Colonel Neill seized the hand, and, ladies and
gentlemenl I was right beside him, and saw it
with my eyes; as I was saying, Colonel Neill
seized his hand, and startled the station-master
with the announcement of, ‘ I arrest youl’ and
then turning to me said, ‘ McFadden, take

‘ charge of this manl’ while two soldiers at the

same time jumped on the locomotive; and by

this delay, gentlemen—or, rather, I should say.
ladies first. Ladies and gentlemen, by holding
on to that man, and detaining him, our regi-

ment was enabled to reach Benares a few hours

before the time set upon for a mutiny of the

native garrison; and I, sirs and dames, am now

a wreck, gladly appreciating any small favors

extended to me, by those who sleep, eat, drink,

and weep under the British flag!"

And bowing very politely, he held his hat at
arm’s length, until he had received about six or
seven shillings, when away he went, to practice
his art upon some other arrivals by the “Ad- _
miral,” who, hearing of the poesrbility of their
being left there, until the steamer made a re-
turn trip to Calcutta, with British native
troops, had all flocked ashore.

Whether he had ever been in the mutiny or
not is a problem, but that the incident he

3 made the means of gaining him a few shillings

was a fact there is no question of doubt.

28 ' The Menagerie Hunterl.

 

One cannot travel in India without seeing
much of the army, and in fact you can hardly
read or think of one without including the
latter. Formerly, that is before the mutiny,
in 1857, the army was largely composed of
native soldiers, and when the news of the out-
break at Meerut reached Allahabad on the
12th of May. 1857, the garrison did not con-
tain a single English soldier, except the maga-
zine staff of less than a dozen. Six hundred
native troops and their officers composed the
garrison. This was the point where the mu-
tiny originated in the South, and as such has a
historical significance. The troops made the

v most earnest protestations of loyalty, and de-
manded to be led against the mutineers of the
North. Areport of their offer was telegraphed
to the Governor—General, who answered it with
a commendatory message. This was read to
the soldiers on parade, and received with loud
cheers. The officers were convinced that the
regiment would stand by its colors, and when
the parade was over they returned to their
quarters in calm security. At nine o’clock
that evening the regiment arose as one man,
murdered its oflcers, and then proceeded to
the town, where they were joined by the
whole population. Every European that could
be found was slaughtered, every house or shop,
or other building belonging to the hated
foreigner was plundered, and every woman and
child with a white face terribly butchered.

This feeling of prejudice against the Euro—
pean races has not by any means subsided, al-
though it only breaks out occasionally.

As a few years ago, while I was standing on
the porch of the Great Eastern Hotel at Cal-
cutta, whose extent is only equaled by its
wretchedness as an inn, a half—breed English
native approached rue—one whom I had met
previously at the King of Oude’s palace—and
we got into a general conversation. I remem-
ber distinctly his saying:

“ If my children grow up with any love for
England in their breast, I want to see them

“dead, as we have had nothing but taxation,
burdens, and oruelties from the English. And
like the Indians of your country, we have no
love for the English.”

It is even so, my young friends; and if my
- space was not limited, I would take you inside
many of the temples of this great country and
show you transactions, and let you hear con-
» versations. that would convince you that be-
fore you grow old, and have grand-children,
India will again rise and wipe out the Euro-
peans who are grinding her people to their last
farthing. ‘

After the English soldier had finished his
narrative and left, the captain turned to the
group and laughingly remarked:

“Ladies and gentlemen, these beggars of In-

 

dia are as thick as the dogs of Constantinople,
but it is very exceptional to see an English-
man begging, although I remember, some four
years ago, I was in charge of a vessel coming
into Calcutta, and when ofl’ the Sandheads,
at the mouth of the Hoogly branch of the
Ganges, my lookout at the mast=head discov-
ered a small boat, with an oar planted in its
center, to which was attached a signal of dis-
tress, in the shape of a white sheet. We im-
mediately steamed toward it, and when within
sighting distance discovered that it contained
a female, a woman of about thirty years of
age, in the yellow side of life. Istopped my
vessel, had a boat lowered, and took her
aboard, apparently in a starved and weak con-
dition. Our surgeon, a kind old English phy-
sician, and the lady passengers, among whom.
was the daughter‘of a very wealthy Ameri-
can, who, accompanied by her father, was via-
iting India for the first time, restored her to
consciousness, gave her a handsome outfit of
clothing, and then asked her how she came to
be at sea in an open boat. She stated that her
husband was a wealthy planter on the Nepaul
frontier, and that she had been kidnapped by
natives for a ransom, but that she was obstin-
ate, refused to sign the papers necessary to se-
cure the bounty from her husband, and that
they had set her adrift in an open boat.

“The passengers’ sympathies were enlisted
by her sad tale, and with bitter denunciations

against the native robbers, she was presented r

with some thousand pounds, and placed under
the protection of the Governor‘General‘s Secre-
tary for transportation to her home. I thought
nothing more of the accident, although I occa-
sionally rehearsed it for the benefit of my pas-
sengers until about one year afterward, when
I was talking to a number of brother shippers
in Liverpool, and happened to mention this
circumstance, as showing the cruelty and de-
pravity of the criminal class of India, when an

old skipper named Captain Carter, who had‘

sailed into Calcutta many and many a time,
became very inquisitive, and after hearing a
full description of the woman, and her story
pronounced her an imposture, and then in-
formed me that she had played the same game
on his vessel, and obtained money and cloth-
ing in the same way. Upon my return again
to Calcutta, I made diligent inquiries and as-
certained that she was a shrewd English con-
fldence operator, who with her husband lived
in the suburbs of the city; but, that they had,
or must have, become pretty well off with the
proceeds of their undertakings, and had left on
a sailing-vessel for the United States."

“A sharp, shrewd woman, I should say,”
said the doctor. V

“ Yes, but hardly as sharp as the American
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ago, and pretended that he was an agent of the
United States Government, and had come to
place Confederate bonds on the market, as there

was a bill for their payment now in the hands

ecial Committee of Congress, and they
guilldspbe paid dollar for dollar. He realized
about fifty thousand American dollars, and
skipped outi” said Mri Gray.

“Yes, but how could people be such fools !”
said the minister.

“Why, the fellow had forged letters of
introduction from the President of the United
States, the Secretary of the Treasury, and
three or four prominent bankers, and he pre-
tended the mattcr was a private speculation,
and therefore there were fools enough to
swallow his bait, and be caught,” added Mr.
Gray. .

| “So the old adage that there IS a fool born
every hour holds good now, as well as it dld
years ago!” said the captain.

“Yes, only that the fools born now seem
more foolish than those born years ago!” added

a tain.
thggstp at this instant the manager of the hotel
entered the room, and politely bowing, pre-
sented Captain Forbes with an officral envel'

e. '
opThe captain hastily opened it, and turning
to the group, who with anxious faces were ex-
pecting something in the way of news, they
did not know what, said:

“Friends, I am in for it! Here is an order
from the Indian Government through the Gov-
ernor-General for me to remain here and carry
a load of native troops to Calcutta. It is too
bad, but it cannot be helped.”

“ Can’t be helpedl that be blowed! We have
paid our passage to London and expect to go
there! I for one shall hold your owners res
sponsiblel” said Sam Forepaugh, angrily.

“That would be of no service to you, Mr.
Forepaugb. Do you not know that all English
vessels, especially those of the Royal Mail line,
are subject to the orders of the Queen or her
Government, and if necessary must, if even at
sea, turn about and do the bidding of any of
her representative ministers or governors? It
is a hard law for passengers, but, then, passen-
gers are supposed to be loyal subjects of her
majesty the queen, and are expected to submit
tamer to any of her orders!” said Captain

29

 

“Yes, that‘s all right, in case of war, but
there’s no war in India now!” said John
Lewis.

“ No war! Why, Mr. Lewis, this country is
always in a state of war, and is governed en-
tirely by military rule, so it is as much at war
as if it was in open arms against the Mother

‘ Country!” answered the doctor. ,

“Well, it is mighty tough! That’s all I

l have got to say, and, like the boy that got
spanked, 1 must say, ‘ I hope it will never oc-
cur again 1’ ” added Forepaugh.

Immediately they all returned to the vessel,
and made arrangements for the conveyance of
their baggage and animals ashore.

 

As soon as the “Admiral” had made her trip
to Calcutta, and returned to the Island of Cey—
lon,she took aboard again her crew of passengers
and animals, and returned on her trip to Lon—
don.

A variety of events had taken place dur-
ing this short trip. The doctor had found that
Miss Fanny Hobart was indispensable to his
future happiness. and a short courtship and a
merry one followed, and by the aid of a min-
ister they returned to England as man and
wife.

John Gray went into the employ of the Bri-
tish Government at a good salary, and Sam
Forepaugh and Lewis returned to England
with their animals, while Dame Rumor asserted
that the captain’s charges—the wrestler’s
daughters—had been adopted by him, and that
as he had plenty of money, he gave up the sea.
and settled down to a. quiet life of peace and
happiness, while our friends. the jugglers,
came to the United States under the charge of
a theatrical agent, and found us, as a people,
generous and open-handed and finally went
back to India well satisfied with the color of
American gold.

I: a a a u a I:

Now, my young friends, I trust you have
found in this book sufficient to interest you, as
I have labored hard to tell you nothing but
actual occurrences and facts about India that
have never before been in public print, only
excepting where I have made reference to
them. Hoping we may meet again, and be
mutually entertained, we have come, in this

 

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71 Sharp Mun; or. The Adventures ofnlirieiiii 955 Roy.
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T2 The Lion oi'iiie Sen. By Albert W. Aiken.

73 Photograph Fill], the Buy Sleuth. By Edwnrd L.

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74 I’icnyune Pete. By Charles Morr'n.

75 Inland Jim; or.’1‘he Pet of the Finnily. By Bruce-
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86 .im-k linrknwny in New York. By Bruce-
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93 Phil ilnrdy, the Buss Buy. By Charles Morrim
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2 Buil'ulo Bill, from Bnyliond to Manhond. By Col. Pren-
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17 Peter l’cnpergrnns, the Uremihuru from Gutham. By
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18 Adrift on the l’rnirio. and Amateur Hunter-n

L My Oil Gnomes.
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v "air, the Buy (Jhiul'ul'ihé i‘nwnecl. llv Col.

Prentiss luurahuui. ‘

2'6 The Snow ’l‘rnll. liy ’l‘. C. llurhnnuh.

23 Old Gfiizzly Adam», the “Mir ’i'anwr. By Dr. Frank

owe .

24 Wood: and “'ntci'n. By Capt. Fr drrlrk \i'httmker.

25 A Rolling- Etene: ll it.- in the Cnreer on Sun and
Lulu! vi (301. i‘rrnl: :y “'m. R. Evsicr.

26 Red Rlvev l{( . l‘iunuin;r {'imk. '

2? Plaza and PI ilu; or. “‘ih Advvntnrm nl'” l‘iiu'kakin
Sam," (.“uj. 5A. i . Hall.) Iiy ('0). I’. ingrahmn.

ES The Sword I’rlIu-e. The Romantic Life nl On]. Mon-
slery. By On it. Frodm Whitt Mr.

29 Snow-Shoe ' um. Ii. I. (2 Hurhnnrzh.

3|) l’ulll do Lucy, thu l‘much Bengt. Charmer.
Dunninu Clark.

81 Round the Crimp Fire. 1‘)" Jnamih E.

82 White lieuver, the Imliun Ml'llirinu Uh f. By Col.
Prentiss lliuruhum.

33 The Buy Crumder. Hy I‘nnt. Frud. Whittaker.

84 The Chine of the 1“- rent. \Vhlte stag, mid, (Jump
and Canoe. By C. Dunnlur {‘lqu.

35 Old 'l‘nr Knuckle nnd llin Buy Chums. By
Roger Stnrluu .

86 The Dutthiuz Drug-min: nr, Thu Story of Gen. George
A. Cuu‘ui'. My Cunt. 1"rvil. \Vhittnhi-r.

3? thht-llnwk Gear 0. Ih- (,‘nl. Prentiss um-nimm.

8‘! The 1! ' ‘. ‘leu ui' rel-In. li_\' ’I'. (I. llnrlmnuh.

8|) The Young lleur Ill Item. liy Mnrria lirulwlng.

40 Smurt Sim, th-e Lad will! u lAH'ul ilrud. liy Edwuni

wt.

41 The Eirttler’n Ron. llin.

42 “'ult Fer unou’u ( “he. Hy . Dunning Clnrk.

43 lliile uud ievulver. By Capt. n-d. Whittaker.

44 The 1.01! iloy \i'hnlL-ru. liy ’I‘. (I. llarhnugh.

45 Bram-o Billy. the Saddle Prince. By Cu]. I’m-nuns
luurnhiun.

46 lviek, the Stownwuy. By (‘lmrlu Mania.

4'? The Color-min liuyr; hr. Lil‘s on an indigo Plantation.
isy mum. l5. imam”; n

48 The l’umpun Hu rs; or, New York Dav: In
liueunu Ayrva. By T. ( llnrhnllch. '

49 The Adventurnuu Life of Nchrnakn Churllc.
13y Col. l’reulins lnurnhnm.

50 Jfit’la llut'ry llllll Tom, the Three Champion Brothers.

y

npt. Fred. Whittaker.
51 The Yum": Lnnd-Lubher. By C. D. Clark.
52 The Boy Detectives. By '1‘. C. Iinrbnugh.
5B llnueat. llnrr ; or, 'l‘ho Country Boy Adrift in the
City. liy Chnr an Morriu.

54 California Joe, Ilia Mylterionl Plainlmnn.
Prenlin ingrnhmn.

By C.

idgnr, Jr.

liy Edward

By Col.

 

55 Tip Trestle], the Floater. By Edward Willelt.

56 The Sum" Hunters; 0!, Wiuter in the Woods.
inrry dc Forrest.

5’? Hurry Sinners the Sailor Buy Magician.
l'enu'ti

.
58 The Adventurou- th‘e ni‘Cnptniu Jnck, Hm
Border litiy. liy Cnl. Prentiss [liglrnlmlln

59 Lame Tim, ihe Mule Boy of the Mines. By Chm-i...
“r

B y

By s. w.

60 The Young Trnll Hunters: or, New York Buyn Ill
Grizzly [nun . '\' 'l'. C. liurhnugh.

61 The Tiger Hunter-in;
phuut Land. iiy Jqulill

(i2 Dot-tor Cnrver, the “ Evil Spirit. " Milne Plains. By
Cu]. l’rcntiiu lugvalnnn.

63 Blm-k "one Bill, the Bandit Wrecker.
Sinrhnrk. _

64 Young: Dick Tulhut: or: A lloy'n Rough
mm m. .. New Yuri; n. Cmifornlu. By A.

(if) The liov Pilut; or, The Island Wrecker.
Prentiss luzraluun.

66 The lienert Rover; or,Stownwny Dick Among the
Aruba. lly Clinrles Morris.

6'? Texan Charlie, the Boy Ranger.
Ingruhnui.

68 Little “Hie; or, The Young Fur Hunter].
“ liruin ” Adums.

69 The Young Nihillnl; or, A Yankee Boy Among the
Russinuu. By Charles Mun-is.

70 1’0er the. Con-1703:; or, Thu Yunng Mnrshall’n Raid.
liy .lnjm' ll. ii. Stoddard, Ex-Scmit.

1 llxlfllobnnrtnilld "in; flour. By Captain “ Bruin "
1- m.

The Colorado Boys in Eln-
lladgcr, Jr.

Liy loge!
and T '

\V. Ai .
By Cul.

By Col. Prnniias

By Cnpluiu

72
73

liy (Tupi. Frederick \Vhiltnlrcr.
lly “'illiniu ll.

Ive Eiephnnt.

Tile Young Moone-Ilunters.
Manning. Rwuly September 5.

74 The Boy Cnrul - Finhern.

Revolver Billy, the Boy Rnnger of Texas.
l’renliii-i Iugrnhiuu.

The Condor Killerl. ByT. C. llarbaugh.

Lud Llouheeln, the Yunng Tiger Fighter. By Roger
Sim-hunk.

Fluibuui Fred. iiy Edwnrd Willett. Randy Oct. 10.
Boone, the lluntvr. iy Cuplnin l“. “'hitinhcr.
Keulnel.y “on, the Lung llifia o! the Canada.
Rum Sinrlnxck. ,
The Kit. Curmn Club. By T. C. llnrbnugh.‘
Little Burk, the liny Guide. By Barry Ringg..lri.
Pony “oh, the Reukluss Rider 0! the lloclriea. liy Col.
l’rnuliss lngrnhiun.
Inptuin Flyby-Night.
Ready Nov. 21.
V Cuptulu llulph, the Young Explul’ul’. By C. 1), ('inrk.
Reudy Nuv. 28.
86 Lgtles Dun Roekn. liy Mania llcdwing. Rendy
ec. .

By linger Shirl/nth.
By cm.

By

By Joleph E. Badgur, Jr.

87’ The Menagerie llunlcrn. By Maj. II. Gremille.
Reudy Due. 12. >

88 The Boy Trump“ or. Life Aunrng the Giln'iies. By
J. M. Hoffman. Randy Dec. ll).

89 ’Lonxnhore LUL‘. By C. I).Clarl<. Ready Dec. 26.

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