unate for the
inhabitants of that country, that tigers seldom survive any wound; their
blood being always in a state predisposing to putrefaction, consequence
of the extreme heat, and their living entirely on animal food....

Two _Biparies_[1] were driving a string of loaded bullocks to _Chittrah_
from _Palamow_. When they were come within a few miles of the former
place, a tiger seized on the man in the rear, which was seen by a
_Guallah_ [herdsman], as he was watching his buffaloes grazing. He
boldly ran to the man's assistance, and cut the tiger severely with his
sword; upon which he dropped the _Biparie_ and seized the herdsman: the
buffaloes observing it, attacked the tiger, and rescued the poor man;
they tossed him about from one to the other, and, to the best of my
recollection, killed him; but of that I am not quite positive. Both of
the wounded men were brought to me. The _Biparie_ recovered, and the
herdsman died.

[Footnote 1: _Bipar_ signifies merchandise, and _Biparies_ are people
who buy grain, and other articles, which they transport from one part of
the country to another on bullocks.]

An elderly man and his wife (of the lowest caste of _Hindoos_, called
_dooms_, who live chiefly by making mats and baskets) were each carrying
home a bundle of wood, and as they were resting their burdens on the
ground, the old man hearing a strange noise, looked about, and saw a
tiger running off with his wife in his mouth. He ran after them, and
struck the tiger on the back with a small axe: the tiger dropt the wife,
who was soon after brought to me. One of her breasts was almost entirely
taken away, and the other much lacerated: she had also several deep
wounds in the back of her neck, by which I imagine the tiger struck at
her with his two fore paws; one on the neck, and the other on the
breast. This, if I may judge from the number I have seen wounded, is
their usual way of attacking men. The old woman was six months under my
care, and at last recovered.

As an old Mahometan priest was travelling at mid-day on horseback,
within a few miles of _Chittrah_, with his son, an athletic young man,
walking by his side, they heard a tiger roaring near them. The son urged
his father to hasten on; the old man continued at a slow pace, observing
that there was no danger, the tiger would not molest them. He then began
counting his beads, and offering his prayers to the Almighty; in the act
of which he was knocked off his horse