THE LAST FRONTIER 



cal night in the highlands is quite chilly. Branches 

 seem to be quite as cramping and abrasive under the 

 equator as in the temperate zones. Still, it is one 

 method. 



Another is to lay out a kill and visit it in the early 

 morning. There is more to this, for you are afoot, 

 must generally search out your beast in nearby cover, 

 and can easily find any amount of excitement in the 

 process. 



The fourth way is to ride the lion. The hunter 

 sees his quarry returning home across the plains, 

 perhaps; or jumps it from some small bushy ravine. 

 At once he spurs his horse in pursuit. The lion will 

 run but a short distance before coming to a stop, for 

 he is not particularly long either of wind or of pa- 

 tience. From this stand he almost invariably 

 charges. The astute hunter, still mounted, turns and 

 flees. When the lion gets tired of chasing, which he 

 does in a very short time, the hunter faces about. 

 At last the lion sits down in the grass, waiting for the 

 game to develop. This is the time for the hunter to 

 dismount and to take his shot. Quite likely he 

 must now stand a charge afoot, and drop his beast 

 before it gets to him. 



This is real fun. It has many elements of safety, 

 and many of danger. 



To begin with, the hunter at this game generally 



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