ACROSS THE MAU ESCARPMENT _—_7 
few knew Momba had been mauled, but presently two or 
three brought in the poor fellow, all limp and faint. It was 
then he said that the fellow next him had shot at the birds, 
but he, Momba, had put two bullets in him. We com- 
forted him by assuring him that he had. 
It was fortunate that I always carried in my saddle bags 
permanganate of potash, lint, bandages, and a strong 
syringe; also, that my syce carried my water bottle full of 
boiled water. These were to hand in a few moments, and 
I did with them, for poor Momba, what I could. He had 
made no outcry when the beast gripped him, though the 
wounds of the great teeth, almost through the forearm, 
showed plainly the sideways tug he had received — and 
flesh and sinew was forced outward by the straining. 
But he cried pitifully when the fierce burning current of 
disinfectant was forced into all the wounds. He said after- 
wards that he had “awful pain up his arm and into the 
back of his head, and then things were very dark.” His 
description, I fear, was accurate enough. But the one 
thing that must be done, let it pain as it may, let it even be 
necessary to hold a half-distracted man down in order to 
do it thoroughly, is at once and with a strong solution to 
syringe and syringe thoroughly. The claw wounds in his 
legs were slight scratches, and gave no after trouble, heal- 
ing up at once. But hand and arm were terribly torn and 
lacerated. Seventeen wounds in all he had. 
We tended and fed him as well as we could, dressing the 
wounds twice daily. The crushing his arm had received 
caused most trouble, pus gathering near the bone, under 
the larger muscles. The wounds could easily be washed 
out, but deeper in, the poisonous matter lay, and I was 
afraid to lance it as I did not know what harm I might do. 
Momba had a temperature for almost seven weeks. His 
whole left arm remained dreadfully swollen, but gradually 
improvement set in. After a time he could eat well and 
