The Memoirs of Bābur 925.6.3

925.6.3

(_March 25th_) We marched from that ground at dawn. At one place on the road a tiger came out and roared. On hearing it, the horses, willy-nilly, flung off in terror, carrying their riders in all directions, and dashing into ravines and hollows. The tiger went again into the jungle. To bring it out, we ordered a buffalo brought and put on the edge of the jungle. The tiger again came out roaring. Arrows were shot at it from all sides[1437]; I shot with the rest. Khalwī (var. Khalwā) a foot-soldier, pricked it with a spear; it bit the spear and broke off the spearhead. After tasting of those arrows, it went into the bushes (_būta_) and stayed there. Bābā the waiting-man [_yasāwal_] went with drawn sword close up to it; it sprang; he chopped at its head; `Alī _Sīstānī_[1438] chopped at its loins; it plunged into the river and was killed right in the water. It was got out and ordered to be skinned.