WILD LIFE ACROSS THE WORLD 



spot was quite good, at least from a lion's point of 

 view. He was able to hide during the day amongst 

 the rocks or in the low bush — nothing is more 

 surprising to the new-comer than to discover how 

 easily a lion can conceal himself, how flat he can 

 go — and when he had killed anything it was a 

 comparatively simple matter to drag or carry it just 

 up within the fringe of bush. 



We started out to stalk those lions carefully, 

 scientifically, working round the kopje, taking especial 

 care whenever we rounded one of the spurs, behind 

 which we often found an open patch of grass some 

 twenty yards across. 



At first we drew a series of blanks, then suddenly 

 Hill signalled to me, and I really thought that we 

 were coming on our quarry. Consequently, I went 

 forward as cautiously as possible. It is no easy task 

 to move noiselessly when you have a camera weighing 

 between sixty and seventy pounds slung over your 

 shoulder, especially if your route leads you over big 

 boulders and you have the tropical sun blazing down 

 on you. In this case my caution was unnecessary, 

 for all that Hill wanted to show me was where an 

 American doctor and his friend had seen a lion, lioness 

 and three cubs lying beside their "kill" of the night 

 before. The spot was some twenty yards from us, and 

 the slope down to it must have been fully forty-five 

 degrees. Hill himself had brought the Americans 



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