Are wild tigers aggressive?

Are wild tigers aggressive? As for Robbins and myself, we hadn’t the least scruple about levanting, Then suddenly he stretched out his little arms to me, and the dimples winked at me from all over his darling face.,She agreed with him with a smile, and with a pleasant salutation of the head, walked on.,And minutes as centuries measure,,“But how would that hurt the Mexicans?”,“I forgot to ask what this here thing you give me might be for.”，When Mīka´pi had come to the Great Place of Falling Water,* it began to rain hard, and, looking about for a place to sleep, he saw a hole in the rocks and crept in and lay down at the farther end. The rain did not stop, and when it grew dark he could not travel because of the darkness and the storm, so he lay down to sleep again; but before he had fallen asleep he heard something at the mouth of the cave, and then something creeping toward him. Then soon something touched his breast, and he put out his hand and felt a person. Then he sat up.，"Old Harry's fairy arrer," gasped Maurice. "Oh say, Bill, ain't that lucky? He must have lost it in his scramble to get away."，But a disappointment awaited them in the morning. The craft that had brought them this far was quite beyond repair. It would perhaps not have been impossible to patch it up if they had had the necessary tools, but, lacking them, the boat was a total wreck."It's the left hind foot of a grave-yard rabbit," said Billy, proudly exhibiting the charm.

“Yes, now. Once she must have been about the same size, you know.” She stood behind the child caressing her cheek.,Billy, his arm about Sphinx's neck, spoke. "Come, ol' feller; come here," he said.,The deacon jumped up and reached for his hat. "Tom, I'm goin' to saddle your roan and go ask a few questions of the other farmers, if you don't mind.","Miss Griffin!" came the dreary voice of the monitor, as with a fat and dimpled finger she pointed solemnly to the sign on the door, "No TALKING.",As he reaches the broad stream that divides him from the land he would reach, he pauses and tries to think of any decent excuse that may enable him to walk with a bold front up to the cottage door. But no such excuse presents itself. Memory proves false. It refuses to assist him. He is almost in despair.,CHAPTER I.—MRS. WOPP’S HOSPITALITY.,“How old are you?” broke in the Admiral.,"Have you any rose-water?" goes on Miss Mansergh in her matter-of-fact manner. "No? A good sign that tears and you are enemies. Well, I have, and so I shall send it to you in a moment. You will use it?","I should think it a long journey," says Mona, shaking her head.,Oh, no, Johnny would tell nothing. Great sport this race was going to be for him, because of course he would ride the swiftest of all, being the most accustomed to riding. The boys devoted several days to practising for the great race which was to come off on Saturday.,Awakened to the fact of her son’s existence and perhaps as an antidote to her unusual display of sentiment, Mrs. Wopp spoke rather sharply. “Moses, time you an’ Betty was in bed. You won’t want to git up in the mornin’ an’ milk the cows.” Later left alone in the lower part of the house she stood arms akimbo in the middle of the kitchen gazing at the door through which Nell Gordon had just departed. Shaking her head she said mysteriously, “I kalkerlate as how things is a-settin’ in that way.”,"Bought him!" exclaimed man and woman in a breath..