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great stampede took place on the part of the hyenas, and 
they could be seen fleeing in all directions. 
I waited breathlessly, as I thought they must have been 
frightened by the lion. Although I gazed intently to see 
if I could make out the form of the great beast, nothing 
could be seen for some moments. Suddenly there was 
a mighty thud, and down went my donkey, all of a heap, 
to the ground. I raised my rifle, and just as the dust 
cleared away, I perceived the huge form of a lion stretched 
over the body of the prostrate donkey. He was only ten 
feet away from me, so I took aim as nearly as possible 
at the centre of his shoulder. There was a loud report 
from my eight-bore express, followed by such a terrific roar 
as only a lion in his native haunts will emit. 
I have heard it said that outside of menageries the lion’s 
roar is not so thrilling as one might suppose, but this is 
not the case. I have never in my life heard anything more 
magnificent or awe-inspiring than the roar of a maddened 
lion. It makes every fibre in your body tingle, especially 
