oon as the noises began, the tiger suddenly uttered a single,
terrible roar, and (said the shikari) nearly all the beaters immediately
left for home. The beat ended, there were no more weird noises, and
silence fell upon the jungle.

'I was with the Sahib Eccles in his tree,' said the shikari; 'and, first
the sahib was very angry indeed, and then he laughed.

'"We shall do no good up here," he said, "for the tiger will not move
unless he is driven." He had killed a bullock in the night, and was lazy
with much food. "Dare you enter the jungle with me, shikari? You heard
where the beast roared--there or thereabouts we know his position. Shall
we make an attempt to move him, you and I?"

'There were one or two beaters close at hand. They had not dared to run
away because they were in full view of the sahib and of me. "These men
shall help us," said the sahib, "if they dare; they shall walk behind us
and shout."

'"We will try, sahib," I replied; "but he is a dangerous beast and very
crafty."

'"I have two rifles," the sahib said, laughing, "and they are also
dangerous beasts."

'So we two climbed down from the tree and spoke to the beaters, who then
followed us into the jungle, keeping well behind us. They must not
shout, we told them, until told to do so, when we came close to the
place where the tiger had roared.

'Then we moved slowly and cautiously into the jungle, looking this way
and that, the sahib walking in front and I a few yards behind; and,
behold, we had scarcely walked for two minutes when suddenly came three
loud noises, almost simultaneously--first a terrible roar from the
tiger, then the report of the sahib's rifle, then a shriek from the
sahib himself and---- '

The shikari placed his hands before his eyes as though to shut out some
horrible picture, and groaned aloud.

(_Concluded on page 98._)

LONG LIVED.

In certain parts of the African desert, where it is too hot for any
plants to grow, the ground is in places thickly covered with white
snails.

In 1858, a naturalist travelling through this region collected some of
the shells from a spot on which it was believed no rain had fallen for
five years. These snails' shells were packed away and left untouched
until the year 1862, when the naturalist, at home once more, unpacked
his shells and placed them in a basin of water to be cleaned. To his
amazement, a quantity of healthy living snails were found on the
following morning crawl