"On the morning of the 18th March some twenty men turned up, and the
Thugyi informed me that the others would follow. So I made a move and
got as far as the Khanpat stream, where I halted for a bit and had
breakfast and then moved on again. It was my intention to make the
Pyoungbok camp that day, as I was told it had a fence round it, made
by the patrols to keep out the tiger. But the coolies would not move
fast enough, so I camped on the Nanpalon stream.
"After seeing the camp pitched and everything in place, I told my
clerk to make all the men stay together, and not to let any men go
about the forest in ones and twos, for fear of the tiger. I also told
him to have a big fire burning and to keep a watch of five men at the
fire and to relieve them every two hours, and to call me in case of an
alarm.
"I turned into bed at about nine o'clock, and had not been in bed ten
minutes when the clerk came and called me, saying the tiger had come.
I jumped out of bed, and taking my rifle ran out. The men at the fire
told me that a pony tied near them began to get very restless, and
kept looking towards the stream, so they got up and looked, and saw
the tiger not twenty paces off, ready to rush at them. I asked where
it had gone to on being found out. They replied that it had gone down
into the stream.
"Whilst I was talking to the men, one man, who was looking in the
direction of the stream, said, 'Look, sir, there it is, going up the
bank,' and sure enough there it was, about seventy yards off, going
across the bed of the stream. I had a shot and it sprang up the bank,
and just as it was disappearing I fired a second shot. All the men
said I had hit it, and Maung Kyaw Nya, my forester, was for going and
looking for blood, but I thought this too dangerous and would not let
him go. The next morning we got up early and went and had a look at
the place where the tiger had been standing when I fired at it. I
found where both the bullets had struck the ground. They were both
clean misses, and had struck below the tiger and between its legs."
(_N.B._--Mr Allan was and is one of the best hunters in Burma; but, in
firing in the dark, one cannot see one's sights, and so the best of
shots makes misses.--D.W.)
"For the next three days nothing happened and the coolies seemed to
have got over their fright and were working well.
"On the 23rd I moved camp to a place on the Nansawin stream. The
forest there was very dense and I did not at all like the idea of
camping there, but as that was the only place where there was water, I
had a place cleared and pitched my tent, and then went out to inspect
the work. I gave orders to Maung Kyaw Nya to go ahead and pick out the
way the line of demarcation should go in, and also to see how far the
Thonhmwason" (that is, Three-Waters-Meeting, a camping-place where
three streams met) "was from my camp of that day.
"At 3 p.m. a man came to me from the camp and said that Mg. Kyaw Nya
had returned, as he had been chased by a tiger. On my return to camp
in the evening I sent for Kyaw Nya and questioned him as to why he had
not carried out my order. He replied that he and two other men were
going along the foot of the hill following the boundary, when they
came on to a half-eaten sambur (big deer). They were going to take the
flesh and bring it to camp for their dinner, when they heard a
rustling in the leaves, and on looking round saw a tiger coming to see
what they wanted with its dinner. The men, seeing the tiger coming,
dropped the sambur and went for all they were worth, till they got out
into the bed of the stream, and then came down it to my camp.
"I thought the men were afraid to go out by themselves to locate the
boundary, and had invented the yarn about the tiger. Mg. Kyaw Nya
said, 'If you do not believe me, sir, I will show you the place.'
"On the morning of the 25th I went out with Mg. Kyaw Nya and three or
four men, and they took me to the place where the tiger's kill had
been, and sure enough there had been a kill there, but it had been
finished off during the night and there was nothing but the skull and
feet left. On my return to camp I had tea, and was thinking of tying
out a goat and sitting up for the tiger, but I did not like the idea
of having to get off the machan (platform made in a tree) and come
back to the tent in the dark, so I gave it up."
(Another objection, fatal to this plan, was that the men would have
been afraid to stay in the camp at night by themselves.--D.W.)
"About 4 p.m. the men were returning from work, when I heard a great
shouting not far from camp, so went out in the direction and met them
returning. The forester in charge informed me that a tiger had charged
out at the line of men and had tried to take one from the centre, and
that the man had thrown his dah (big knife) at the beast, on which it
bolted back into the grass."