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to charge, and he was lucky to escape with his Hfe. 

 I raised my voice then, yelling, " Simba ! Killalee ! " 

 (Lion ! Shout !). This time the other two grasped 

 the meaning, and sprinted at top speed to an ant-hill 

 some ten yards away. 



The lions were thoroughly disturbed. At first 

 they did not seem to know quite what to do, but finally 

 headed up the hill, slightly towards us, making for 

 some cover about forty or fifty yards from where we 

 were standing. Meanwhile I was turning the handle 

 of my machine at top speed. I will admit I was 

 excited, and not without cause, for those were the 

 first animated photographs ever taken of lions in their 

 wild free state. I was more than jubilant as we went 

 back to the house, my only fear being that perhaps the 

 light had not been sufficiently good. 



Having, as I thought then, accomplished my object, 

 I decided to return next day to Nairobi. That evening 

 was a very pleasant one. The Hills got started off 

 telling of their adventures, which alone would suffice 

 to fill a long book. Amongst other stories Harold Hill's 

 brother related a yarn about a most uncomfortable 

 experience he had had in that very neighbourhood. 

 He arrived at the railway station one day to find that 

 the boy was not waiting there for him with his rifle. 

 As he had not much time to spare, he set out for 

 home unarmed. At first everything went smoothly, 

 but when he was still three miles from the house he 



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