Mrs Pack's intention was to shoot a tiger. She had already arranged in her mind the lunch she would give with the tiger skin occupying all the conversations. Circumstances turned out to be favourable. It happened so that an old tiger was in
the habit of coming to a neighbouring village. As Mrs Pack had offered a
large sum of money the children of the village were put in the jungle to watch the tiger approaching. The cheapest goats were left to attract him.
A special platform was constructed in the jungle, in a comfortable tree.
When it was ready the great night arrived. Mrs Pack and her paid
companion Miss Meb had been sitting on the platform for some hours when they heard a tiger's roar. A goat (was / had been) tied at the bottom of the tree. The tiger moved towards it because blind as he was he saw it. "Now, now",
cried Miss Meb with excitement and the gun flashed. Both the tiger and
the goat fell dead. It was Louisa Meb who drew attention to the
fact that the goat had died from a bullet wound. "The tiger was not shot, he died of a heart attack," she said to Mrs Pack. The discovery that she had hit the wrong animal didn't stop Mrs Pack from facing the cameras.
Her pictures appeared in all the newspapers. As for Louisa Meb, now she
has a wonderful cottage which is beautifully decorated. Silence should be rewarded.