d seized me by the leg,--which I thought, by the fearful way he
held it, he would have bitten off. The rest of the party, seeing my
fearful condition, began to shout at the top of their voices, hoping to
drive off the beast. They were afraid to fire, for fear of killing me.
But the tiger was not to be disappointed of his expected dinner; so,
throwing me over his back with one jerk, off he trotted. I did not,
however, lose my presence of mind; but recollecting that I had a brace
of pistols in my belt, I drew one and pulled the trigger. To my horror,
it missed fire! I had still another. I managed to get hold of it, well
knowing that if that missed my fate was sealed. Pointing the muzzle at
the brute's head, I fired. The tiger gave a leap, and opening its
mouth, let me drop, while it fell down dead by my side. I scrambled
away as fast as I could, scarcely believing that I was safe, till my
friends coming up assured me of the fact, and congratulated me on my
merciful escape."

The subject of the "power of the human eye?" over the most savage
animals was touched on.

"There can be no doubt about it," observed Captain Burnett. "I was once
a short distance from a village, accompanied by my shikaree wallah, when
we heard the cry of `Help! Help!--a tiger! A tiger!' resounding
through the forest. Having loaded our guns with bullets, and seen that
our pistols were primed, we hurried towards the spot, when we came in
sight of a native who stood facing a huge tiger. From our relative
positions, it was somewhat difficult to shoot without running the risk
of hitting the man; we therefore shouted together, to try and make the
tiger move. He did so, and I at length got a shot at him; but though he
was hit, off he went without his expected meal. The native then told us
that while in the jungle he had suddenly caught sight of a beast about
to spring on him, when, with admirable presence of mind, instead of
running, he stood with his eye steadily fixed on the savage monster.
The tiger, wavering before the human eye, slunk behind a bush; but every
now and then he peered forth to see whether the man's glance was still
fixed on him. The brute continued moving from bush to bush, as if
endeavouring to avoid the undaunted gaze of his adversary, that he might
have an opportunity of springing out and seizing him. Each time the
tiger moved, the native turned facing his cunning foe, and shouting at
the top of his voice, in the hop