WILD LIFE ACROSS THE WORLD 



The killing of game for food is always justifiable ; 

 but shooting merely for the joy of destruction, or 

 for the purpose of writing a book and so securing 

 self-advertisement J can never be defended. Without 

 boasting unduly, I may say that the naturalist- 

 photographer usually takes infinitely greater risks, and 

 certainly displays infinitely greater skill and patience, 

 than does the pseudo-sportsman. It is much easier, 

 much less dangerous, to shoot a lion after your boys 

 have led you up to him and your white hunter — 

 who is by your side ready for emergencies — has given 

 you explicit instructions, than it is to creep close to 

 that lion and take a moving picture of him. 



For a whole week we circled that hill two or three 

 times a day, peering into every possible hiding-place, 

 getting hot and tired and thirsty, without the least 

 result. The lions were obviously not there. On the 

 eighth morning my host suggested that we should 

 leave the kopje alone and try our luck in a patch 

 of bush some three miles from the homestead. I 

 assented gladly — I was a little weary of that hill — 

 and he at once set to work to collect a crowd of beaters 

 to drive out anything which might happen to be hiding 

 in the scrub. Clark agreed to accompany the natives, 

 who were equipped with a weird variety of noise- 

 producing implements, including old tin cans, whilst 

 Hill took charge of me. 



The place selected for the camera was behind a 



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