DEATH OF HENDRlC'Il. 61 



of an angry, blood-thirsty lion burst upon my car 

 within a few yards of us, followed by the shrieking 

 of the Hottentots; again and again the murderous 

 roar of attack was repeated. We heard John and 

 Ruyter shriek, ' The lion ! the lion !' Still for 

 a few moments we thought he was chasing one of 

 the dogs round the kraal : but next instant John 

 Stofolus rushed into the midst of us almost speech- 

 less with fear and terror, his eyes bursting from 

 their sockets, and shrieked out, ' The lion ! the 

 lion ! he has got Ileudrich, he dragged him away 

 from the fire beside me, I struck him with the burn- 

 ing brand upon the head, and he would not let go 

 his hold. Hendrich is dead ! God ! Hendrich is 

 dead ! Let us take fire and seek him.' On hearing 

 this the rest of my people rushed about, shrieking and 

 yelling as if they were mad. I was angry with them 

 for their folly, and told them that if they did not 

 stand still and keep quiet the lion would have 

 another of us, and that very likely there \vasatroop 

 of them. I ordered the dogs, which were nearly all 

 fast, to be made loose, and the fire to be increased 

 as far as could be. T then shouted Hendrich's name, 

 but all was still. I told my men that Hendrich was 

 dead, and that a regiment of soldiers could not now 

 help him, and, hunting my dogs forward, had every- 

 thing brought within the kraal, when we lighted our 

 fire and closed the entrance as well as we could. 



"My terrified people sat round the fire with guns 

 in their hands till the day broke, still fancying that 

 every moment the lion would return and spring 

 again into the midst of us. When the dogs were 



