0nce, after a long and fruitless day in the jungles, the Maharajahdecided he would try his luck stalking some deer that he spied on theopposite side of a narrow strip of jungle. He accordingly left hiselephant and began to creep through the long dry bramble-choked grasswith his rifle in his arm. As he pushed his way through the thickjungle he fancied he heard an animal breathing and then somethingcrackled. Intent on the deer before him, he concluded that he hadbroken a twig or a branch with the end of his rifle and pushed on. Ashe emerged from the thicket on the opposite side from where he hadentered, he came face to face with a group of shepherds. They staredat him in amazement and then, recognising him as their Maharajah, fellat his feet in rapturous joy. Accustomed as he was to demonstrationsfrom his people, their abandon struck him as something unusual, and hewas about to question them when they exclamed: "Hoozoor, Dharmabatar,(Your Honor, Royal Master,) how did you come in safety through thatjungle?" He smiled at their wonderment and was about to chide themgently when they continued: "An immense tiger has just slain one ofour cows and dragged it into that somewhat jungle from which Your Honor hasemerged." The Maharajah now understood that the sound he had heard ashe pushed his way through the jungle was the tiger enjoying a feed ofhis kill, and he felt thankful that he had not stumbled directly uponit. Like the keen sportsman he was, he signalled his elephant and,mounting it, secured the feasting tiger with an easy shot.

0ne cold season, the Viceroy was enjoying a shoot on the Maharajah'sestates. 0ne evening, as they were dressing for dinner, there camethrough the stillness of the restful air the "twitter" of a tiger. Domany of my readers know what the "twitter" of a tiger is? It is a soundthe Monarch of the Jungle makes and it is just like the twitter of abird;--in fact, some declare it is only the twitter of a bird. Well,on this particular evening, the tiger must have been passing quiteclose to the camp, for his "twitter" was clear and unmistakeable. TheMaharajah, with his usual courtesy, immediately bethought himself ofhis guests, and invited Their Excellencies to come out into the openand listen to the novel sound. They did, and fairly pleased and proudthey were when they heard the tiger's "twitter" clearly and distinctlythrough the gathering shade and stillness of the darkening evening.