Mrs. Packletide's Tiger


Mrs. Packletide's Tiger (1911) is a sharp satire of social rivalry in which a socialite stages a tiger hunt in India — not for sport, but to outshine a rival who once flew in an airplane. "Mrs. Packletide had already arranged in her mind the lunch she would give at her house in Curzon Street."
Author H.H. Munro (SAKI)

It was Mrs. Packletide's pleasure and intention that she should shoot a tiger. Not that the lust to kill had suddenly descended on her, or that she felt that she would leave India safer and more wholesome than she had found it, with one fraction less of wild beast per million of inhabitants. The compelling motive for her sudden deviation towards the footsteps of Nimrod was the fact that Loona Bimberton had recently been carried eleven miles in an aeroplane by an Algerian aviator, and talked of nothing else; only a personally procured tiger-skin and a heavy harvest of Press photographs could successfully counter that sort of thing. Mrs. Packletide had already arranged in her mind the lunch she would give at her house in Curzon Street, ostensibly in Loona Bimberton's honour, with a tiger-skin rug occupying most of the foreground and all of the conversation. She had also already designed in her mind the tiger-claw broach that she was going to give Loona Bimberton on her next birthday. In a world that is supposed to be chiefly swayed by hunger and by love Mrs. Packletide was an exception; her movements and motives were largely governed by dislike of Loona Bimberton.

Circumstances proved propitious. Mrs. Packletide had offered a thousand rupees for the opportunity of shooting a tiger without over-much risk or exertion, and it so happened that a neighbouring village could boast of being the favoured rendezvous of an animal of respectable antecedents, which had been driven by the increasing infirmities of age to abandon game-killing and confine its appetite to the smaller domestic animals. The prospect of earning the thousand rupees had stimulated the sporting and commercial instinct of the villagers; children were posted night and day on the outskirts of the local jungle to head the tiger back in the unlikely event of his attempting to roam away to fresh hunting-grounds, and the cheaper kinds of goats were left about with elaborate carelessness to keep him satisfied with his present quarters. The one great anxiety was lest he should die of old age before the date appointed for the memsahib's shoot. Mothers carrying their babies home through the jungle after the day's work in the fields hushed their singing lest they might curtail the restful sleep of the venerable herd-robber.

The great night duly arrived, moonlit and cloudless. A platform had been constructed in a comfortable and conveniently placed tree, and thereon crouched Mrs. Packletide and her paid companion, Miss Mebbin. A goat, gifted with a particularly persistent bleat, such as even a partially deaf tiger might be reasonably expected to hear on a still night, was tethered at the correct distance. With an accurately sighted rifle and a thumb-nail pack of patience cards the sportswoman awaited the coming of the quarry.

``I suppose we are in some danger?'' said Miss Mebbin.

She was not actually nervous about the wild beast, but she had a morbid dread of performing an atom more service than she had been paid for.

``Nonsense,'' said Mrs. Packletide; ``it's a very old tiger. It couldn't spring up here even if it wanted to.''

``If it's an old tiger I think you ought to get it cheaper. A thousand rupees is a lot of money.''

Louisa Mebbin adopted a protective elder-sister attitude towards money in general, irrespective of nationality or denomination. Her energetic intervention had saved many a rouble from dissipating itself in tips in some Moscow hotel, and francs and centimes clung to her instinctively under circumstances which would have driven them headlong from less sympathetic hands. Her speculations as to the market depreciation of tiger remnants were cut short by the appearance on the scene of the animal itself. As soon as it caught sight of the tethered goat it lay flat on the earth, seemingly less from a desire to take advantage of all available cover than for the purpose of snatching a short rest before commencing the grand attack.

``I believe it's ill,'' said Louisa Mebbin, loudly in Hindustani, for the benefit of the village headman, who was in ambush in a neighbouring tree.

``Hush!'' said Mrs. Packletide, and at that moment the tiger commenced ambling towards his victim.

``Now, now!'' urged Miss Mebbin with some excitement; ``if he doesn't touch the goat we needn't pay for it.'' (The bait was an extra.)

The rifle flashed out with a loud report, and the great tawny beast sprang to one side and then rolled over in the stillness of death. In a moment a crowd of excited natives had swarmed on to the scene, and their shouting speedily carried the glad news to the village, where a thumping of tom-toms took up the chorus of triumph. And their triumph and rejoicing found a ready echo in the heart of Mrs. Packletide; already that luncheon-party in Curzon Street seemed immeasurably nearer.

It was Louisa Mebbin who drew attention to the fact that the goat was in death-throes from a mortal bullet-wound, while no trace of the rifle's deadly work could be found on the tiger. Evidently the wrong animal had been hit, and the beast of prey had succumbed to heart-failure, caused by the sudden report of the rifle, accelerated by senile decay. Mrs. Packletide was pardonably annoyed at the discovery; but, at any rate, she was the possessor of a dead tiger, and the villagers, anxious for their thousand rupees, gladly connived at the fiction that she had shot the beast. And Miss Mebbin was a paid companion. Therefore did Mrs. Packletide face the cameras with a light heart, and her pictured fame reached from the pages of the Texas Weekly Snapshot to the illustrated Monday supplement of the Novoe Vremya. As for Loona Bimberton, she refused to look at an illustrated paper for weeks, and her letter of thanks for the gift of a tiger-claw brooch was a model of repressed emotions. The luncheon-party she declined; there are limits beyond which repressed emotions become dangerous.

From Curzon Street the tiger-skin rug travelled down to the Manor House, and was duly inspected and admired by the county, and it seemed a fitting and appropriate thing when Mrs. Packletide went to the County Costume Ball in the character of Diana. She refused to fall in, however, with Clovis's tempting suggestion of a primeval dance party, at which every one should wear the skins of beasts they had recently slain. ``I should be in rather a Baby Bunting condition,'' confessed Clovis, ``with a miserable rabbit-skin or two to wrap up in, but then,'' he added, with a rather malicious glance at Diana's proportions, ``my figure is quite as good as that Russian dancing boy's.''

``How amused every one would be if they knew what really happened,'' said Louisa Mebbin a few days after the ball.

``What do you mean?'' asked Mrs. Packletide quickly.

``How you shot the goat and frightened the tiger to death,'' said Miss Mebbin, with her disagreeably pleasant laugh.

``No one would believe it,'' said Mrs. Packletide, her face changing colour as rapidly as though it were going through a book of patterns before post-time.

``Loona Bimberton would,'' said Miss Mebbin. Mrs. Packletide's face settled on an unbecoming shade of greenish white.

``You surely wouldn't give me away?'' she asked.

``I've seen a week-end cottage near Darking that I should rather like to buy,'' said Miss Mebbin with seeming irrelevance. ``Six hundred and eighty, freehold. Quite a bargain, only I don't happen to have the money.''

*

Louisa Mebbin's pretty week-end cottage, christened by her ``Les Fauves,'' and gay in summer-time with its garden borders of tiger-lilies, is the wonder and admiration of her friends.

``It is a marvel how Louisa manages to do it,'' is the general verdict.

Mrs. Packletide indulges in no more big-game shooting.

``The incidental expenses are so heavy,'' she confides to inquiring friends.


Frequently Asked Questions about Mrs. Packletide's Tiger

What is "Mrs. Packletide's Tiger" by Saki about?

"Mrs. Packletide's Tiger" is a satirical short story about an English socialite, Mrs. Packletide, who arranges a tiger hunt in India purely to outdo her rival, Loona Bimberton, who has been basking in attention after riding eleven miles in an aeroplane. Mrs. Packletide pays a thousand rupees to a village that has corralled an elderly, feeble tiger for her to shoot from a safe platform in a tree. When she fires, she accidentally kills the tethered goat instead, and the decrepit tiger dies of heart failure from the noise. Her paid companion, Miss Louisa Mebbin, discovers the truth and uses it to blackmail Mrs. Packletide into buying her a weekend cottage. The story ends with Mrs. Packletide swearing off big-game shooting because "the incidental expenses are so heavy" — referring not to the hunt itself but to the cost of keeping Miss Mebbin quiet.

What are the main themes of "Mrs. Packletide's Tiger"?

The story explores several interlocking themes. Social vanity and one-upmanship drive the entire plot: Mrs. Packletide does not want a tiger for sport or trophies but solely to eclipse Loona Bimberton's aeroplane ride in the eyes of their social circle. Hypocrisy and appearance versus reality pervade every scene — the "hunt" is a staged performance, the tiger is ancient and harmless, and Mrs. Packletide's celebrated marksmanship is a fiction. Greed and exploitation appear at every level: the villagers exploit the situation for money, Mrs. Packletide exploits colonial India for social capital, and Miss Mebbin exploits Mrs. Packletide through blackmail. Finally, the hollowness of colonial prestige is a quiet undercurrent, as the entire enterprise — the memsahib's staged hunt, the compliant villagers, the press photographs — satirizes the performative nature of British imperial culture.

What literary devices does Saki use in "Mrs. Packletide's Tiger"?

Saki deploys a dense web of literary devices that give this short story its comic precision. Situational irony is the engine of the plot: Mrs. Packletide sets out to shoot a tiger and instead kills the goat, while the tiger dies of fright — the opposite of a heroic hunt in every respect. Verbal irony saturates the narration; when the story says "it seemed a fitting and appropriate thing" for Mrs. Packletide to dress as Diana, the Roman goddess of the hunt, readers know her "kill" was a complete sham. Dramatic irony builds after the shooting, since readers know the truth while London society celebrates a fiction. Saki also uses understatement — the closing line about "incidental expenses" hilariously reduces blackmail to a budgeting inconvenience — and satire throughout, targeting Edwardian high society's obsession with status over substance.

What is the irony in "Mrs. Packletide's Tiger"?

The story is built on multiple layers of irony. The central situational irony is that Mrs. Packletide, who arranged an elaborate, risk-free tiger shoot, hits the wrong target entirely — she fatally wounds the goat while the tiger dies of heart failure from the gunshot's noise, "accelerated by senile decay." There is also dramatic irony in the aftermath: Mrs. Packletide poses for press photographs, gives Loona Bimberton a tiger-claw brooch, and attends a costume ball as Diana the huntress, while the reader knows none of her glory is earned. Verbal irony fills the narration — the tiger is described with mock formality as a beast of "respectable antecedents," and mothers are said to hush their singing so as not to disturb "the venerable herd-robber." Perhaps the deepest irony is the ending: Mrs. Packletide's plan to humiliate Loona Bimberton ultimately costs her a £680 cottage, making her the victim of the very social scheming she set in motion.

Who is Miss Mebbin in "Mrs. Packletide's Tiger"?

Louisa Mebbin is Mrs. Packletide's paid companion and the story's most calculating character. From her first appearance, Saki establishes her defining trait: an obsessive attachment to money. She adopts a "protective elder-sister attitude towards money in general, irrespective of nationality or denomination," and her instinct is always to minimize expenditure — she urges Mrs. Packletide to shoot before the tiger touches the goat so they will not have to pay for the bait. It is Miss Mebbin who notices that the goat, not the tiger, has a bullet wound, and she shrewdly saves this knowledge for future use. When she later threatens to tell Loona Bimberton the truth, she does not ask for money outright but instead mentions a "pretty weekend cottage near Darking" costing six hundred and eighty pounds — a masterstroke of indirect blackmail. The story closes with Miss Mebbin's cottage, which she names "Les Fauves" (French for "the wild beasts"), bordered by tiger-lilies — a private joke at Mrs. Packletide's expense.

What happens at the end of "Mrs. Packletide's Tiger"?

The ending unfolds in two stages. First, at a ball, Miss Mebbin casually remarks, "How amused every one would be if they knew what really happened," and reveals she knows Mrs. Packletide shot the goat and merely frightened the tiger to death. When Mrs. Packletide insists "no one would believe it," Miss Mebbin delivers the devastating reply: "Loona Bimberton would." This is enough to extort Mrs. Packletide into buying Miss Mebbin a £680 freehold cottage near Dorking. The final paragraphs show Miss Mebbin comfortably installed in her new cottage, which she names "Les Fauves" and decorates with tiger-lilies — a mocking reminder of how she obtained it. Meanwhile, Mrs. Packletide tells friends she has given up big-game shooting because "the incidental expenses are so heavy," an ironic understatement that conceals the real cost: not bullets or permits, but blackmail.

Why does Mrs. Packletide want to shoot a tiger?

Mrs. Packletide's motivation has nothing to do with sport, adventure, or love of hunting. Her sole reason is social jealousy. Her rival, Loona Bimberton, has recently been carried eleven miles in an aeroplane by an Algerian aviator and "talked of nothing else." Mrs. Packletide decides that "only a personally procured tiger-skin and a heavy harvest of Press photographs could successfully counter that sort of thing." She has already planned the victory lap in detail: a luncheon at her Curzon Street house with the tiger-skin rug dominating the room and the conversation, followed by the pointed gift of a tiger-claw brooch to Loona on her birthday. Saki makes this petty motivation explicit in one of the story's most memorable lines: "In a world that is supposed to be chiefly swayed by hunger and by love Mrs. Packletide was an exception; her movements and motives were largely governed by dislike of Loona Bimberton."

When was "Mrs. Packletide's Tiger" published and in what collection?

"Mrs. Packletide's Tiger" was first published in 1911 in The Morning Post and was later collected in Saki's 1911 volume The Chronicles of Clovis, one of his most celebrated short story collections. The collection features Clovis Sangrail, a witty young man who appears as a minor character in this story, suggesting a costume ball where guests wear the skins of animals they have slain. Saki (the pen name of Hector Hugh Munro, 1870–1916) was a British writer known for his razor-sharp social satire. He was killed in action during World War I at the Battle of the Ancre in November 1916. His short fiction, including favorites like The Open Window, Tobermory, and The Interlopers, remains widely anthologized and studied in schools worldwide.

How does "Mrs. Packletide's Tiger" satirize colonialism?

While the story's primary target is Edwardian social vanity, its Indian setting exposes the absurdity and exploitation inherent in colonial culture. The entire village becomes a stage crew for a wealthy English woman's vanity project: children are posted as sentries, cheap goats are scattered "with elaborate carelessness," and mothers hush their babies so the old tiger can rest. The villagers are motivated solely by the thousand-rupee reward, turning their community into a service economy for one memsahib's photo opportunity. The tiger itself — elderly, toothless, confined to killing domestic animals — is a darkly comic emblem of the "big game" that the British raj claimed to master. Mrs. Packletide's hunt is not a test of courage or skill but a commercial transaction in which danger, wildness, and even the kill are all purchased and staged. Saki's satire suggests that the glamour of empire, like Mrs. Packletide's tiger-skin rug, is built on elaborate fiction.

How does "Mrs. Packletide's Tiger" compare to other Saki stories?

"Mrs. Packletide's Tiger" is quintessential Saki — compact, wickedly funny, and driven by a surprise reversal. It shares his signature blend of social satire and dark comedy found throughout his work. Like The Open Window, the story turns on a character being duped by someone cleverer than they appear — in that case the teenage Vera, here the seemingly servile Miss Mebbin. The theme of animals exposing human folly connects it to Tobermory, in which a cat that learns to speak reveals embarrassing truths about dinner party guests. The Clovis Sangrail character who makes a cameo here is the protagonist of stories like The Storyteller and The Lumber Room, where children and young people consistently outwit smug adults. Saki's influence can be seen in later satirists like Oscar Wilde and Evelyn Waugh, who similarly skewered upper-class pretension with elegant wit.

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