Timothy, the tiger cub, was discovered by Grandfather on a hunting expedition in the Terai jungle near Dehra.
Grandfather was no shikari, but as he knew the forests of the Siwalik hills better than most people, he was persuaded to accompany the party 바카라”it consisted of several Very Important Persons from Delhi바카라” to advise on the terrain and the direction the beaters should take once a tiger had been spotted.
The camp itself was sumptuous 바카라” seven large tents (one for each shikari), a dining tent, and a number of servants바카라™ tents. The dinner was very good, as Grandfather admitted afterwards; it was not often that one saw hot-water plates, finger glasses, and seven or eight courses in a tent in the jungle! But that was how things were done in the days of the viceroys바카라¦.There were also some fifteen elephants, four of them with howdahs for the shikaris, and the others specially trained for taking part in the beat.
The sportsmen never saw a tiger, nor did they shoot anything else, though they saw a number of deer, peacock, and wild boar. They were giving up all hope of finding a tiger and were beginning to shoot at jackals when Grandfather, strolling down the forest path at some distance from the rest of the party, discovered a little tiger about eighteen inches long, hiding among the intricate roots of a banyan tree. Grandfather picked him up and brought him home after the camp had broken up. He had the distinction of being the only member of the party to have bagged any game, dead or alive.
At first the tiger cub, who was named Timothy by Grandmother, was brought up entirely on milk given to him in a feeding bottle by our cook, Mahmoud. But the milk proved too rich for him, and he was put on a diet of raw mutton and cod liver oil, to be followed later by a more tempting diet of pigeons and rabbits.
Timothy was provided with two companions 바카라” Toto the monkey, who was bold enough to pull the young tiger by the tail, and then climb up the curtains if Timothy lost his temper; and a small mongrel puppy, found on the road by Grandfather.
At first Timothy appeared to be quite afraid of the puppy and darted back with a spring if it came too near. He would make absurd dashes at it with his large forepaws and then retreat to a ridiculously safe distance. Finally, he allowed the puppy to crawl on his back and rest there!
One of Timothy바카라™s favourite amusements was to stalk anyone who would play with him, and so, when I came to live with Grandfather, I became one of the tiger바카라™s favourites. With a crafty look in his glittering eyes, and his body crouching, he would creep closer and closer to me, suddenly making a dash for my feet, rolling over on his back and kicking with delight, and pretending to bite my ankles.
He was by this time the size of a full-grown retriever, and when I took him out for walks, people on the road would give us a wide berth. When he pulled hard on his chain, I had difficulty in keeping up with him. His favourite place in the house was the drawing room, and he would make himself comfortable on the long sofa, reclining there with great dignity and snarling at anybody who tried to get him off.
Timothy had clean habits, and would scrub his face with his paws exactly like a cat. At night, he slept in the cook바카라™s quarters and was always delighted at being let out by him in the morning.
바카라˜One of these days,바카라™ declared Grandmother in her prophetic manner, 바카라˜we are going to find Timothy sitting on Mahmoud바카라™s bed, and no sign of the cook except his clothes and shoes!바카라™
Of course, it never came to that, but when Timothy was about six months old a change came over him; he grew steadily less friendly. When out for a walk with me, he would try to steal away to stalk a cat or someone바카라™s pet Pekingese. Sometimes at night we would hear frenzied cackling from the poultry house, and in the morning there would be feathers lying all over the veranda. Timothy had to be chained up more often. And, finally, when he began to stalk Mahmoud about the house with what looked like villainous intent, Grandfather decided it was time to transfer him to a zoo.
The nearest zoo was at Lucknow, two hundred miles away. Reserving a first-class compartment for himself and Timot 바카라”no one would share a compartment with them바카라” Grandfather took him to Lucknow where the zoo authorities were only too glad to receive as a gift a well-fed and fairly civilized tiger.
About six months later, when my grandparents were visiting relatives in Lucknow, Grandfather took the opportunity of calling at the zoo to see how Timothy was getting on. I was not there to accompany him, but I heard all about it when he returned to Dehra.
Arriving at the zoo, Grandfather made straight for the particular cage in which Timothy had been interned. The tiger was there, crouched in a corner, full-grown and with a magnificent striped coat.
바카라˜Hello, Timothy!바카라™ said Grandfather and, climbing the railing with ease, he put his arm through the bars of the cage.
The tiger approached the bars and allowed Grandfather to put both hands around his head. Grandfather stroked the tiger바카라™s forehead and tickled his ear, and, whenever he growled, smacked him across the mouth, which was his old way of keeping him quiet.
He licked Grandfather바카라™s hands and only sprang away when a leopard in the next cage snarled at him. Grandfather 바카라˜shooed바카라™ the leopard away and the tiger returned to lick his hands; but every now and then the leopard would rush at the bars and the tiger would slink back to his corner.
A number of people had gathered to watch the reunion when a keeper pushed his way through the crowd and asked Grandfather what he was doing.
바카라˜I바카라™m talking to Timothy,바카라™ said Grandfather. 바카라˜Weren바카라™t you here when I gave him to the zoo six months ago?바카라™
바카라˜I haven바카라™t been here very long,바카라™ said the surprised keeper. 바카라˜Please continue your conversation. But I have never been able to touch him myself, he is always very bad tempered.바카라™
바카라˜Why don바카라™t you put him somewhere else?바카라™ suggested Grandfather. 바카라˜That leopard keeps frightening him. I바카라™ll go and see the superintendent about it.바카라™
Grandfather went in search of the superintendent of the zoo, but found that he had gone home early; and so, after wandering about the zoo for a little while, he returned to Timothy바카라™s cage to say goodbye. It was beginning to get dark.
He had been stroking and slapping Timothy for about five minutes when he found another keeper observing him with some alarm. Grandfather recognized him as the keeper who had been there when Timothy had first come to the zoo.
바카라˜You remember me,바카라™ said Grandfather. 바카라˜Now why don바카라™t you transfer Timothy to another cage, away from this stupid leopard?바카라™
바카라˜But바카라”sir바카라”바카라™ stammered the keeper, 바카라˜it is not your tiger.바카라™
바카라˜I know, I know,바카라™ said Grandfather testily. 바카라˜I realize he is no longer mine. But you might at least take a suggestion or two from me.바카라™
바카라˜I remember your tiger very well,바카라™ said the keeper. 바카라˜He died two months ago.바카라™
바카라˜Died!바카라™ exclaimed Grandfather.
바카라˜Yes, sir, of pneumonia. This tiger was trapped in the hills only last month, and he is very dangerous!바카라™
Grandfather could think of nothing to say. The tiger was still licking his arm, with increasing relish. Grandfather took what seemed to him an age to withdraw his hand from the cage.
With his face near the tiger바카라™s he mumbled, 바카라˜Goodnight, Timothy,바카라™ and giving the keeper a scornful look, walked briskly out of the zoo.
