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work on the manorled flesh and bone in her neck 

 to see what we could find. All this time I was 

 perfectly certain she was mine, and said so to the 

 others ; but as there was a doubt we had our hunt 

 for the fatal bullet. A bent-up piece of nickel 

 was soon found, on which were what looked like the 

 cuts of my split bullet, so I rose to first favourite 

 in the betting ! We could not find anything more, 

 so we took home to camp to be washed and 

 thoroughly searched a heap of torn flesh and bone 

 which had by this time got smothered in dust 

 and dirt. At lunch-time P. came to me and said 

 that if a bullet was found inside with the letter 

 " H " stamped on the base, it would be his. Not 

 to be outdone I hurriedly pulled one of my 

 cartridges to bits, and found an " H " on the base 

 of mine also ! At last the fatal bullet turned up 

 with, of course, the "H" clearly marked, and also 

 with the split-cuts faintly visible where it had not 

 mushroomed. However, after a long discussion 

 we decided to ask W.'s wife to draw the name of 

 the lucky owner on a slip of paper concealed in her 

 hat. P. was the winner, and, although I shall 

 call that lioness mine till my dying day, I am 

 heartily glad that he is the owner of the skin, 

 both because I had shot one here before, and also 

 as he had confided to me that to shoot a lion 

 was the dream of his life. 



Uganda is too much bushed up, and too densely 

 covered with forest and elephant grass over the 



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