With Flashlight and Rifle ^ 



imitation, as he was expectinL;' Mr. 15arclay from Uganda 

 that day. 1 got to know Mr. Jjarclay later at Kibwezi, 

 and was able to shcnv him m\ trophies, of which he had 

 heard a good deal. 



Eight more days I spent upon the plain without 

 getting another shot at a lion. We had to content our- 

 selves with hearing the roaring of lions at night, bv way of 

 lullaby. The trementlous effect of this roarine as heard 

 in the stillness of the African night is indescribable. 



The Hesh of all my three lions was devoured the 

 same night by hy:enas, and the bones as well. There was 

 nothing left of them. Hyaenas are in great force in 

 Kikuyu, because the " Wakikuyu " — the natives — give 

 their dead to them to devour instead of burying them. 



The 25th of January, 1S97, will always remain a 

 red-letter day in my memory, and would do so even 

 it I had not my three fine lion-skins, prepared by the 

 cunning hand of Robert Banzer. to serve as decorations 

 to my room of African trophies. 



END OF VOL. 1, 



Piiiiled bv llazcll, W'atstiti <i~' I'tiiry, Lif., I.iiiuinii iiiid Aylisbuiy. 



