Whenever a man-eating tiger ran amok in India a century or so ago, the authorities knew where to turn for help. Jim Corbett, the quiet, nondescript son of a low-ranking functionary in the British Raj, was the most celebrated tiger hunter of his time. Between 1906 and 1941, he tracked down and shot nearly 50 rogue cats that altogether had dispatched some 2,000 people. A single tiger, the so-called Champawat man-eater, had killed 200 men, women and children in Nepal and 235 more in India.
When Corbett got on a man-eater’s trail, it was usually still hot—a pool of blood, a tangle of human hair in a blackthorn thicket, torn clothing, splinters of bone, a leg cleanly severed below the knee and still oozing warm blood. And when he confronted the killer, it was often at great personal risk in terrifyingly close quarters. Once, after using up the cartridges in his own rifle, he borrowed a companion’s gun and finished off his quarry with one last shot.
These days the tiger’s huge popularity as a poster boy for endangered species stands in sharp contrast to its grim image in earlier times as the incarnation of evil. "The historical record overwhelmingly favors the view," asserts Dutch scholar Peter Boomgaard in his new book Frontiers of Fear: Tigers and People in the Malay World, 1600-1950 (Yale University Press), "that the tiger was mankind’s most implacable enemy."
In the 1850s, tigers killed 600 people a year in Sumatra and Java. Entire villages were turned into fortresses and others were abandoned altogether. In India, tigers did away with nearly 1,000 people annually throughout the late 1800s; they killed 7,000 there over a five-year period in the 1930s.
Enter Jim Corbett. Because of his track record, he enjoyed an almost godlike status in India, but Corbett had grown up poor in the northern hill country not far from Nepal. His father died when he was 5, leaving his mother to care for 12 children.
Young Corbett hunted to put food on the table. He became known far and wide for his uncanny shooting skill and immense knowledge of the jungle, which led to requests from villagers and local British officials to eliminate tigers and leopards that were preying on people. Corbett agreed to do so on two conditions: he would not accept a bounty, and other hunters had to leave the designated area. "I am sure all sportsmen share my aversion to being classed as a reward-hunter," he explained in his best-selling Man-Eaters of Kumaon (1944), "and are as anxious as I to avoid being shot."
His courage and stamina were legendary. He often trekked through the hills at an exhausting clip, eating nothing for days at a stretch. He pursued the Tala Des man-eater while suffering from a pierced eardrum caused by a rifle going off accidentally. During the several weeks it took to run the tigress down, an abscess paralyzed his head and neck. It burst while he was staked out in a tree, waiting for the cat to appear. "Not into my brains as I feared it would," he later recalled, "but out through my nose and ear."
In his later years, Corbett, who died in 1955 at the age of 79, exchanged his rifle for a camera and became a conservationist. He campaigned to preserve India’s dwindling forests and helped found the country’s first national park, which is now named after him.
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I liked your article very much. I know quite a bit about Mr. Corbett and I regard him as one of the bravest men I have ever heard of. Much of his hunting was done, perforce, at night and alone. Corbett correctly thought that his hunting would be far more effective and, in some measure more safe, without another hunter with him. On a couple of occasions he had almost been killed accidentally by hunters accompanying him, so you can see his point. But to enter the vast, dark forests of India at night and alone tracking a known man-eater requires nerves of steel. His close calls were almost uncountable there were so many. But Corbett had several important assets that kept him alive, aside from his imperturability: he had uncommonly good night (and day) vision, he had eerie instincts that warned him in advance of tigers that were stalking him and their locations, and he was a deadly accurate marksman. He needed all three of these things and one thing more: the grace of God. I would not ever call him lucky, he was more than that. Anyway, I thank you for enabling me to revisit one of my favorite historical figures and for shedding more light upon Panthera tigris tigris, the Bengal tiger.
Posted by Roger Barton on May 2,2013 | 03:38 AM