Man-Eaters of Kumaon

Her tracks now–as she carried away the girl–led into the wilderness of rocks some acres in extent where the going was both difficult and dangerous. The cracks and chasms in between the rocks were masked with ferns blackberry vines and a false step which might easily have resulted in a broken limb would have been fatal. Progress under these conditions was of necessity slow and the tigress was taking advantage of it to continue her meal. A dozen times I found where she had rested and after each of these rests the blood trail became more distinct.This was her 436th human kill and she was quite accustomed to being disturbed at her meals by rescue parties but this I think was the first time she had been followed up so persistently and she now began to show her resentment by growling. To appreciate a tiger''s growl it is necessary to be situated as I then was-rocks all round with dense vegetation between and the imperative necessity of testing each footstep to avoid falling headlong into unseen chasms and caves.