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THRILLING ADVENTURES. 



HUNTING THE LION. 



fore feet above the water, and immediately after his tail and 

 hind legs, the former lashing the water with a force truly- 

 astounding. Clouds of sand accompanied him in all his 

 movements, the strong stream carrying him along with it, 

 till at- length the struggle of death was over, and he sunk to 

 rise no more. 



Following the windings of the river, I detected a small 

 crocodile basking on the sand, when I gave him a shot and 

 he instantly plunged into the river. A little farther I wounded 

 a third as he lay on a promontory of sand, and he likewise 

 made the water. A little farther down the stream, yet 

 another crocodile, a huge old sinner, lay basking on the sand. 

 I determined to make a very correct shot in this case, and 

 set about stalking him. Creeping up behind the body of a 

 prostrate old tree, I took a rest and sent the ball into his 

 nostril, when he plunged into the river, coloring the water 

 with his blood. 



We now got into a fine green turn of the river, where I 

 saw a great many waterbucks. I shot one buck pallah, and 

 immediately after I came suddenly upon a troop of five or six 



