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Blown to Bits

CHAPTER XVII
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Then he snorted and came to a dead stop, with his feet planted firmly on the ground.

I was quite unarmed, but arms would have been useless in the circumstances.
Suddenly, and fortunately, the horse reared, and next moment a huge dark object shot close past my face--so close that its fur brushed my cheek--as it went with a heavy thud into the jungle on the other side.
I knew that it was a tiger and felt that my life, humanly speaking, was due to the rearing of the poor horse." "Are ve near to zee spote ?" asked the professor, glancing from side to side in some anxiety.
"Not far from it!" replied the hermit, "but there is not much fear of such an attack in broad daylight and with so large a party." "Ve are not a very large party," returned the professor.

"I do not zink I would fear much to face a tiger vid my goot rifle, but I do not relish his choomping on me unavares.

Push on, please." They pushed on and reached the village a little before nightfall.
Hospitality is a characteristic of the natives of Sumatra.

The travellers were received with open arms, so to speak, and escorted to the public building which corresponds in some measure to our western town-halls.


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