The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
necessitating the interference of the keeper with 
an iron rake, who hit the end of it, thus freeing 
the piece. After that the matter seemed easy 
to him; this, too, although his mouth bled 
freely from being cut by the splinter. He 
eventually got at the marrow, which he seemed 
to enjoy, and I then gave him a big hunk of lean 
horse beef to reward him for his efforts. Other 
people have so often described the howls of 
these beasts that it would be superfluous on my 
part to remark upon what can be heard at any 
time in the London Zoo, by getting one of the 
keepers to stir up the specimens that are caged 
there. It is a ghastly sound at night, and is said 
to be often uttered to give the clan notice that 
food is to be obtained. This latter statement I 
somewhat doubt, for of all the sneakish, selfish, ~ 
squabbling brutes, the hyena easily holds the 
palm. These beasts skulk about camp, annexing 
anything they can pack off without molestation, 
and were a source of much annoyance to me on 
more than one occasion. 
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