{This Lesson would be translated into Sinhalese & published later!}
The low trumpeting sound and stamping of our elephants gave notice that the tiger’s den was near. A vaulted ruin was before us; there was a rustling among the bushes. De Ruyter said: ‘Be steady, my lads! and a tiger, the first I had ever faced, finding his way blocked, charged us. We fired together, I know not with what effect; for both our elephants turned and ran away with wild fear. My mahout threw himself off, and a branch of a tree struck me off. I heard a tremendous war-whoop, and fire was kept up on all sides. De Ruyter’s elephant fell into a disused well, but with his usual self-possession, he managed to get out.