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pressed a doubt. The following morning he 

 broke camp and moved over to a Masai village, 

 some twenty miles away. 



About supper time two days later I stepped 

 to the tent door and, gazing across the veldt 

 opposite camp, saw a man leading a mule on 

 which was perched a very wabbly object resem- 

 bling a native. As they drew near I discovered 

 that it was Chapman's tent boy leading the ani- 

 mal, and that the wabbly object was a porter. 



They slowly plodded into camp, and the tent 

 boy handed Doctor Mearns, our physician and 

 surgeon, a note from Chapman. The doctor 

 opened the letter and began reading, while the 

 injured man, his arms and legs bandaged in 

 pieces of cloth, was helped from the mule and 

 immediately sank to the ground. 



The note told us that Chapman had attacked 

 a troop of lions in a thick brush and wounded 

 two of them, one of which had charged the 

 party and mauled the porter. The poor fellow 

 was badly injured. Both of his legs and arms 

 were bitten and scratched, and his thumb was 

 crushed. Doctor Mearns washed out and steril- 

 ised the wounds, then wrapped them in clean 

 bandages, and we made the man as comfortable 



