THE KING Of THE JUNGLE. 



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a flirt which sent it flying, end over end, among the branches to a point fifty feet 



away. The male stood motionless, watching the flight of 



the body until it fell, when he wheeled to join his mate, who, 



with her young one still clasped to her breast, was watching 



him from her perch, no doubt with proud admiration of his 



prowess, and both utterly unconscious of the 



presence of more formidable enemies than 



the one which had just been vanquished. 



At the instant of turning, the male uttered 

 an appalling, human-like screech and went 

 over backward, flinging his arms aloft, 

 as man sometimes does when mortally 

 stricken. He was dead, instantly killed 

 by a bullet from Bob Marshall's rule, 

 which had pierced through his iron 

 skull as he stood 

 with his front to 

 *ard the youth, 







A LITTLE FURY. 



the shot being so effective that no second one was required. There must have- 

 been a dim perception in the mind of the female that some overwhelming calamity 



