The American Museum journal (c1900-(1918)) (17540823413)
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Title: The American Museum journal
Identifier: americanmuseumjo18amer (find matches)
Year: c1900-(1918) (c190s)
Authors: American Museum of Natural History
Subjects: Natural history
Publisher: New York : American Museum of Natural History
Contributing Library: American Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library
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TIIK niA'E TIC 1:1; 375 him sooner of tlu' lilui' ti.uxT has hccn reported. the evidence linrdly warrants the as- sumption that it represents a distinct species. We hunted the animal for li\i' weeks. Tlie hrute ranged in the vicinity of two or three vilhiges about seven miles apart but was seen most frequently ncai' Lung-tao. He was as elusive as a will- o'-the-wisp, killing a dog or a i;-oat in one village and, by the time we had hurried across the mountains, api)ear- ing in another spot a few miles away, leaving a trail of terrified natives who flocked to our camp to recount his dep- redations, lie was in truth the "(ireat lnvisil)le"" yi't it seeme(l inipossil)le that we should not get or later—but we never did. Once we missed him by a hair's breadth through sheer bad luck, and it was only by exercising almost superhuman restraint that we prevented ourselves from doing bodily harm to the three Chinese who had ruined our hunt. Every evening for a week we had faithfully taken a goat into the "Big Ea- vine," for the 1)lue tiger had been seen several times near this lair. On the eighth afternoon we were in the "blind" at three o'clock. As usual we had tied a goat to a tree near l)y, and her two kids were but a few feet away. The grass-filled lair lay shimmering iti the l)reath- less heat, silent save for the echoes of the bleating goats. Crouched behind the screen of branches, for three long hours we sat in the patchwork shade,—mo- tionless, dripping with per- spiration, hardly breath- ing,—and watched the shadows steal >l<iwly down the nari'ow ra\ini'. It was a wilil place wbicli seemed to have been cut out ol' the mountain-side with two strokes of a nnghty ax and was choked with a tangle of thorny \ines and sword grass. lm()enetrable as a wall (d' steel, the only entrance Wiis h\- tlu' tigei- tunnels which drove tlieii- twisting way ihi'iuigh the mur- der(Uis growth fai' in toward its gloomy heart. 'idle shadows had passe(l o\ci' us and just reached a lone palm tree on the opposite hillside. \\\ that 1 knew it was six o'clock and in hall' an liour an- other (lav of disappointment would be ended. Su(hlenly just at the left and
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Courti'sy of Harry R. Caldwell Selling the meat of the tiger killed at Lungtao. —The Chinese Ijclieve that the flesh, blood, and bones of tigers have great me- dicinal value, and they will pii.v liigli prict's for tlicm