A elephant?
Fights of a tiger and of an elephant S. Mr. thanh-thai, king of Annam, the one that its subjects call the Emperor of the South, is, says one, a fascinated sportsman. Highly skilled driver, tireless rider, vessel builder, it has equally important stables of races. But all that does not suffice him; it is necessary of the stronger sensations to this royal temperament.
You will say me that the political one should suffice to give them to him. But the political, the annamese sovereign one itself in mocks as of his first bicycle. This is matter to his good protective one the France to take care of the future of his people. For him, it prefers infinitely to devote itself to the games of the circus, just as his young one "cousin" the king of Spain.
Our readers do not have. forgotten the fine fight of the tiger and bull that took place recently to Holy sébastien and of which the illustrated Supplement of the Small one' Newspaper gave them a so moving reproduction.
It is a spectacle of the same kind that the king of Annam offered to the European population of Booed one. Only, this time, the opponent of the tiger was an elephant.
To the abode, or the one or the other of the fighters was not worthy pity. The tiger, captured by the hunters of the king, had on the conscience some existences of native ones. As for the elephant, it was a coming female one from quang-ngai where she had killed his cornac and épautré somewhat three Annamese others.
The opponents promised. They held, nevertheless, less than one did not hope it, because of a repetition that S. Mr. had wanted to offer himself, and of which the animals went out, the one and the other, uniquely weaken. It was necessary, as to Holy sébastien, to excite them to force them to some to come to the taken.
The tiger, at last, jumped on the elephant, that took him the body in breadth with the trunk and squeezed it to him to break the coasts and his back. Releasing itself, the tiger desperatley tried to climb on the left leg of behind of his opponent. This one, that the anger to the end won, sent him a tremendous kick, then awaited. The tiger went to bed to the foot of the wall and not some budged more. It was dead.
The fight had lasted only some minutes. Thus, to Boo as in Spain, it is the cat that was overcome.
The respectful terror of the Annamese ones for the one that they call "the lord Tiger" probably will undergo therefore a rough attained one.
The Small illustrated Newspaper of October 9 1904