CHAPTER XXXVI. 



I LEAVE SOSHONG AND KAMA. 



My Wagon reaches Soshong The poor Oxen glad to see me Religious Service 

 at Mr. Mackenzie's Thoughts suggested by it The Pastor The Wor- 

 shippers My Team broken up and sold off Among the Traders of Soshong 

 Geordie An Illicit Still Consequence of trying to set up a sly Grog Shop 

 A great Authority in Literature and Science King Kama bids me Farewell 

 A favourite Haunt of Lions A mighty Hunter Mr. Finnety Some of his 

 Exploits Seven Lions slain in twenty-four Hours Artfulness of Lions- 

 Sense of Smell versus Sense of Sight How the Lions bag their Victims- 

 Lion not to be feared by Day Are they Dangerous ? The Leopard's Charge. 



IT was Saturday afternoon. I stood looking with aston- 

 ishment and wonder at the droves of cattle and gangs 

 of people passing to and fro between Soshong and the 

 well. Never before had I seen the traffic so great, or 

 nad I looked upon it with deeper interest, for was it not 

 civilisation again? Yes, it was so, compared at least 

 with the scenes I had so lately left. But while in a 

 brown study on the future of those who formed the 

 dramatis persona of the scene, the sharp crack of a whip 

 caught my ear. I had not the slightest thought that 

 it could be my wagon, for in the ordinary course of 

 events they would not reach Soshong till next day, and 

 I had left instructions, that for the sake of the cattle 

 they were not to hurry ; but as I gazed upon the coming 

 cortege, the shattered cover to the wagon, the laths that 

 supported it visible for their entire length, the strips of 

 torn canvas flying like streamers in the wind, I knew it 



