It was Mrs. Packletide’s pleasure that she should shoot. She had already arranged in mind the lunch she would give at her house in Curzon Street, ostensibly in Loona ‘s honor, with a tiger-skin rug occupying most of the foreground and all the conversation. Circumstances proved propitious She had offered a thousand rupees for the opportunities of shooting a tiger The prospect of earning the thousand rupees had stimulated the sporting and commercial instinct of the villagers ,children were posted night and day on the outskirts of the local jungle to head the tiger back The one high anxiety was lest he should die of old age before the day appointed for the memsahib ‘s shoot . The great night duly arrived A platform had been constructed under a tree and thereon crouched Mrs. Packletetide and her paid companion, Miss Mebbin. A goat .gifted with a particularly persistent bleat such as even a partially a deaf tiger might be expected to hear on a still night was tethered at the correct distance .” I suppose we are in some danger’, said Miss Mebbin. She was not nervous about the wild beast .but she had a morbid dread of performing an atom more service than she had been paid for .”Nonsense, ‘It’s an ancient tiger. It couldn’t spring up here even if it wanted to -she said. As soon as the tiger caught sight of the tethered goat it lay flat on the earth, less from a desire to take advantage of all available cover than for snatching a short rest before commencing the great attack .’Now urged Miss Mebbin with excitement ,’If he doesn’t touch the goat we need not pay for it ..The rifle flashed out with a loud report ,and the great tawny beast sprang to one side and then rolled over in the stillness of death It was Louisa Mebbin who drew attention to the fact that the goat was in the end -throes from a mortal bullet wound, while no trace of the rifle’s deadly work could found on the tiger . Evidently the wrong animal had been hit, and the beast of prey had succumbed to heart-failure, caused by the sudden report of the rifle Now she was the possessor of a dead tiger, and the villagers, anxious for their thousand rupees gladly accepted that she had shot the beast .’How amused everyone would be if they knew what really happened said Mebbin ‘How you shot the goat and frightened the tiger to death, said miss web bin .’It is a marvel how Louisa manages to do it, is the general verdict Now Mrs. Packletide in no more big-game shooting .
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