With Flashlight and Rifle -^ 



are apt to be dangerous. But this time I was in luck ; 

 fifty paces away the lioness lay dead, killed by the neatest 

 snap-shot that i ever achieved, right through the shoulder. 



The male lion, which the Wandorobo had seen at the 

 same time, had imfortunately disappeared in the meantime. 

 My taxidermist, who came up now with my men, and 

 whom I now told of my success, went searching" all over 

 the place for the body. His delight was almost as great 

 as my own when at last he saw the beautiful lioness 

 stretched out before him. 



By way of contrast to these experiences of mine, I 

 shall (|uote here the description of a lion-hunt which took 

 place in the year 1813, from the pen of John Campbell. 

 Those were the times in which elephants, rhinoceroses, and 

 oiraftes were still to be found in those reo^ions in South- 

 West Africa now belonging to Germany, before the numbers 

 of all the other wild animals had begun to be thinned. 

 In those days the sentries on the ramparts of Cape Town 

 were still treated to nocturnal concerts by the lions. 



In South Africa lions were still numerous at this time, 

 and in the neighbourhood of Graaf Reynet this John 

 Campbell, a clergyman in the service of an English 

 missionary society, met two lions one day in the course 

 of his travels. Here, in his own words, the quaint 

 simplicity of which I leave absolutely unaltered, is his 

 description of how he killed one of them. 



" When approaching a f^ountain of water, where we 

 intended to halt, two of the horsemen came galloping 

 towards our wagons, on which my wagon-driver told me 

 they had seen a lion. On reaching us they informed us 



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