The Tiger on the Hudson, 7

“From the tiger himself’? And then Uncle
Ned, looking more carefully at the boy’s flushed
face, and tousled hair, laughed long and loud.
“You were dreaming, little boy,” he said, at last.

“Oh, Uncle, it was too real to be a dream, I
will tell you about it,” and he told him all.

When he had finished, Uncle Ned was very
much astonished. ‘The story is true, just as it
really happened,” saidhe. “ My native guide came
running back to me with a white face, shouting ‘ the
tiger, the tiger!’ when out he sprang. I had just
time to put my gun to my shoulder and je.
Fortunately, my aim was true, for he fell at my
feet. I did not, however, know about Madam
Tiger or the three little Tigerses, and your friend
omitted to tell you that before we parted he gave
me this,” and Uncle Ned showed the cruel scar on
his arm.

“T went up to him as he lay stretched out at
full length on the ground, supposing, of course,
that he was quite dead, and he—well, I found that
he was wé But in the main, Harry, the story is
true, just as I would have told it myself, and it is