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YOL. 11. MISCEIiIiA^TEOUS. TREED BY A TIGER. In the year 1857, after an enforced idleness of some months, the result of a severe attack of typhoid fever, I was a greeably surprised at the receipt of a letter from a relative in the timber trade, which requested me to undertake the duties of agent for the purchase of teak in Burmali. Foreign travel, and more, the excitement of killing large game, had always been my ambition,so i lost no time in making preparations for leaving England. My' station was to be Moulmein, in Tenasserim, then un der the control of Major Fvtehe as Chief Commissioner. I soon found that my agency was no easy task, as the trading ability of the native merchants was of higher order than my own and that 1 had much to learn before 1 could say 1 understood the business. However, by the help of a friendly American, who was established there in another line of business, I found, after a time, that 1 had sufficient leisure for the exercise of my proclivities for sport, and at a day’s distance I could get a shot or two at deer—my business not thereby neglect ed. My American friend, who was a capital shot, proposed a longer excur sion up the course of the Saliveen river and with a couple of servants, we start ed on Pegu ponies, provisioned for a week. At the end of the second day’s journey my companion became ill with fever; and at his earnest entreaty I left him behind with one servant,determin ed to go on for another day into a region where deer were said to be found in a bundance. To my annoyance I discov ered when I halted for the night, that my servant had left behind my friend’s rifle and only brought on my own smooth-bore. It was a single-barrel of large caliber with which I had won many a pigeon match in England. True I had my friend’s bnlletmold in my bag but it was too small for the bore of my fowling-piece, and 1 was compelled to content myself with the expectation of such chances as swan-shot would afford me. Shortly after noon the next day, as we were cooking dinner, a native in formed my servant that a deer’had been killed during the night by a tiger a few miles off, and, having been dis turbed, it was certain he would return at nightfall to the carcass. There was no time for much deliberation. With some compunction I sacrificed a pewter goblet that, years before, in my school days I had won in a sculling match at Henly. With this I casta dozen bullets and fitted them to my smooth-bore by stitching up each in well oiled frag ments of one of my gloves. I started, with the native as a guide, just before sundown I was comtortably seated on the broken branch of a tree at about thirty feet from the ground, with two small boughs conveniently placed as rests for my feet. It was a splendid posi tiogand perfectly safe. I had the ciir the ,v distant, MELT, Marietta, -f cbod\ it> ,479. i y b* . The Field and Fireside. MARIETTA, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JUNE 10, 1879. set astride, formed a good rest for my fowling-piece. My guide left me and returned to my camping-place. When the sun set, it became too dark to dis tinguish the bait: but I heard unmis takable sounds of the tiger’s presence. Those who only know the deep silence of a forest in England would be amaz ed at the night-sounds to be heard in a tropical, jungle. Low moans, as of a human being in intense pain, seemed to float in the air, and several times a weird unearthly shriek made my flesh creep. The noise of the water-fowl on the river, only about sixty yards in front of me, was unceasing. After some weary waiting, tlie moon rose, and I began to calculate my chances for a pot shot. Presently 1 saw, or thought I saw the beast’s head; and judging, as well as the imperfect light would permit the position of his shoulders, I tired. A fear till growl, and a rush into the jungle, told me that my shot had not been a deadly one. In a few minutes the tiger returned to his meal, and I saw him from time to time turn round and lick his side. He was evidently wound ed. Before I had time to observe this I prepared to reload, and found, to my intense mortification, that I had either dropped my bag of bullets or had left them in the hands of my guide, who had held my gun while 1 climbed the tree by the aid of a gigantic creeper. I had now nothing to do but‘wait till day light, when all felida; retire into the thick jungle. The night became cloudy and I had only to wait patiently. As daylight slowly came, a thick white mist in snow-white clouds covered the ground, with only occasional openings that gave me a passing glimpse of the tiger. To my horror lie did not retire, but lay still and watched me. I was de fenseless, and he appeared to under stand and appreciate my helpless con dition. I dreaded the return of my ser vant and the guide to certain destruc tion. I racked my brain to remember such words of Burmese as would enable me to shout a warning, but in Vain. I searched my pockets and made a mental inventory of my store of missiles. A couple of swan-shot in the corner of my pocket, a heavy gold curb chain, an old steel swivel seal, and a large steel pen cil case, comprised the whole. I loaded with the chain and the two swan-shot first, and fired steadily at the left side of his head, which was exposed to me for a moment between the clouds of white mist. His growls were terrific, yet he stirred not: and nearly an hour before I could gel a shot at him with the steel pencil case and seal. By this time, however, the mist had so far clear ed off that I had a fair and steady shot behind his left shoulder, It was a fatal one, for in two minutes his death strug gles were over. The pencil case had penetrated hearts an3 time my servant arrived with my pony, I half-skinned him. The chain had fbaVTiEHKLXuutilatedhis head and destroyed tf@*s?ght eye, but had hadgp*J f trains, stop* W^etta. England was to get the fragments of my chain made into a ring, which I al ways wear. The tiger’s skin is now on my library hearth, and I am often re minded, as 1 look at it. of the joke of my American friend, who used to de clare that 1 am the only man he ever knew who had been treed by a tiger. A NOVEL CEREMONY. Col. liob Inf/ersoU preach in <j his brother's funeral sermon. The funeral of Ebon G. Ingersoll, n 7 brotherof the distinguished infidel, Col. Robert G. Ingersoll, took place from the residence of the deceased in Wash ington city on Sunday last, and was at tended by a large concourse of promi nent citizens, Senators, Cabinet officers and members of Congress. The Post says: The only persons who were not present were the clergymen, who on such occasions arc usually considered indispensible. After the company had gathered, Col. Robert Ingersoll, only surviving brother of the deceased, arose and informed the mournful gathering that he had a few words to say. In a voice tremulous with emotion, and at. times so broken that the words could hardly be understood, he read from a manuscript the following eulogy : “Dkah Fkiknds—l am going to do that which the dead oft promised he would do for me. The loved and loving brother, husband, father, friend dieiL where manhood’s morning almost toucjfl es noon, and while the shadows sti were falling toward the West. not pas-a-d on life's highway that marks the point, but for a moment, he laid down by the side, and. using his burden for a pi’HH fell into that dreamless sleep'that k W§| down ids eyelids still. While yet in with life and raptured with the woivfl he passed to silence and pathetic dusM Yet,, after all, it may be best, just in happiest, sunniest hour of all the voy age, while eager winds are kissing eve‘J ry sail, to dash againstthe un.sfei:rock] and in an instant hear tin; hi above a sunken ship. For u’jHHHH mid sea or among the hn-ak jRHHjB farther shore a wreck mustnT ■HHH the end of each and all. And matter if its is love and every joy. will, at its a as sad and deep as can ven from the warp of i'H si wh and death. This in every storm of i oak gjlllflllf but in tie - hi: bower. !I ( • u■<- tfi V"' * vil -'in]-. H" ail -up'i’-: it ion- ,y- ‘' : '* forelic:;d ici !t he , - ‘. v grander day. He and was with touched to tears. HefIHSPfIHHSHHB weak, and with a aims. V\ itli loyal kVf£- AvnnHi pun t hands he v * all ]. uhl i e t ru -1 s. Of liberty: a 1 ri<■ M .My-kyfg thousands times 1 I w : '' ! these wojds : ‘For •hipie ; and all <eV.&Saaß reason the oHdi. justice tin* only worship. the only religion, and love the He added to the siun ot and wore every one for whom some loving ser \ ice to bring a blossom to bis grave, lie would sleep to-night beneath a wilder ness of flowers. Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. Wo cry aloud and the only answer is the echo of one wailing cry. From the voiceless lips °f * l,e unreplying dead there comes no word; but. in the night of death liojio sees a star and listening love can hear the i ustle of a wing. He who sleeps hero when dying, mistaking the approach of death for the return of health, whisper ed with liis latest breath : “I am better now. Let us believe, in spite of doubts, and dogmas, of fears and tears, that these dear words are true of all Hu countless dead. And now to you, who have been chosen from among the many* men he loved, to do the last sad office of the dead, we give his sacred dust. Speech cannot contain our love. There was, there is no gentler, stronger, man lier man.” Tiiis concluded th services. The cas ket was the closed, and was carried to the hearse hyAjenators Blaine, Davis of *1 Allison, Reprc s,t|l* r.ov, v;:-. ■ ,lu. u . r.!