I saw the tiger as distinctly as anything ; I followed it, and fired at it; but, look here, I have killed a boy." The soldiers looked at one another. " What, com rades !" exclaimed Clive, " are you afraid? Go, soine one, and bring down here Dr. Morgan. Let us see what ho can do for tbe boy." But he soon added : "No, let us take the boy to him. Take the child tip, some of you." The soldiers hesitated. Clive took up the boy in his arms, and brought him to his own rooms. He placed him on his bed, and sent for the doctor, but the boy was dead. Next morning tho events of the night, with various additions and alterations, spread all over the town. People began to fly from the fort; shops were all closed, and Monghyr was almost deserted by the natives. Every effort was mado to find out who the boy was, but none could say that they ever saw him.
In the evening the boy was to be in terred ; but no native would touch the body, though threatened with death. Thus the body was not disposed of. As others expressed unwillingness to have anything to do with the mysterious body, Clive had to stand guard over it the whole night. In the rooming ho passed orders that tho body should bo in terred with military honours. It was placed in a coffin and carried by tlio British soldiers, with the Dead March sounding. Clive himself laid tho boy in big Inst resting-placo and the soldiers fired three volleys.
