The last of Jim Corbett’s books about the man-eaters of Kumaon, The Temple Tiger and More Man-Eaters of Kumaon is about four tigers (three of them man-eaters and one which had acquired too strong a liking for cattle) and one man-eating leopard that Corbett was called upon to trail and kill in Kumaon. These five stories spread over about thirty years, some dating from the early 1900s, to some from the late 1930s. Corbett describes, as is his usual style, not just the facts—where the tigers roamed, how he tracked them down and shot them—but also more.
The adventures and interesting episodes en route, for instance: a fight between a bear and a tiger; some mysterious lights on a mountainside that turned out to have seemingly supernatural reasons. The courage of two little boys who sat in the middle of a field, waiting for their grazing goats, knowing full well that a man-eater was probably lurking in the bushes at the edge of the field. The hilarity of an episode where an incompetent guide, nearly swept away by a strong current in a river he was crossing, was rescued at the last minute by one of Corbett’s men—who freely admitted that he had helped because on the guide’s back was tied a valuable coat the rescuer had entrusted to him.
There are thrilling, chilling descriptions of everything from sitting up in a tree with a tiger scratching at the trunk below, to the frustrating—and dangerous—uncertainty brought on by having one ear deafened thanks to a gunshot. Most of all, there are Corbett’s brilliant insights into jungle life: the dynamics of it, the symbiosis, the hows and whys and whats. This, coupled with Corbett’s obvious affection and respect for the people of these hills, is what makes this (like all of Corbett’s books on his adventures in this part of the world) so immensely readable.
If there’s one thing I didn’t like about this book, it was a description of a ‘sporting shoot’ that Corbett led for a crowd of Europeans out in the area. It has a bearing on the story, since a mishap here resulted in Corbett losing hearing in one ear: but what irked me was the wanton destruction of animal life recounted here. So many of this species, so many of that, one leopard, and so on. Yes, I knew this rampant shikar was a part of life for the upper class and rich (not merely the British, either), and that Corbett himself was first a hunter and then a conservationist… but it still jars. I see the justification for, and applaud, his shooting of the many man-eaters of Kumaon; this I do not like.