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First of all, listen to the story of a man who tamed a Tiger:--

Far away in India, a savage, hungry Tiger, with stealthy steps and a
yellow, striped skin, came padding into a defenceless native village,
to seek for prey. In the early morning he had slunk out of the Jungle,
with soft, cushioned paws that showed no signs of the fierce nails
they concealed. All through the long, hot day he had lain hidden in
the thick reeds by the riverside; but at sunset he grew hungry, and
sprang, with a great bound, up from his hiding-place. Right into the
village itself he came, trampling down the patches of young, green
corn that the villagers had sown, and that were just beginning to
spring up, fresh and green, around the mud walls of their homes. All
the villagers fled away in terror at the first glimpse of the yellow,
striped skin. The fathers and mothers snatched up their brown babies,
the older children ran in front screaming, 'Tiger! Tiger!' Young and
old they all fled away, as fast as ever they could, into the safest
hiding-places near at hand.

One man alone, a Stranger, did not fly. He remained standing right in
the middle of the Tiger's path, and fearlessly faced the savage beast.
With a howl of rage, the Tiger prepared for a spring. The man showed
no sign of fear. He never moved a muscle. Not an eyelash quivered.
Such unusual behaviour puzzled the Tiger. What could this strange
thing be, that stood quite still in the middle of the path? It could
hardly be a man. Men were always terrified of tigers, and fled
screaming when they approached. The Tiger actually stopped short in
its spring, to gaze upon this perplexing, motionless Being who knew no
fear. There he stood, perfectly silent, perfectly calm, gazing back at
the Tiger with the look of a conqueror. Several long, heavy minutes
passed. At length the villagers, peeping out from their hiding-places,
looking between the broad plantain leaves or through the chinks of
their wooden huts, beheld a miracle. They saw, to their amazement, the
Tiger slink off, sullen and baffled, to the jungle, while the Stranger
remained alone and unharmed in possession of the path. At first they
scarcely dared to believe their eyes. It was only gradually, as they
saw that the Tiger had really departed not to return, that they
ventured to creep back, by twos and threes first of all, and then in
little timid groups, to where the Stranger stood. Then they fell at
his