OH, SHOOT! 



Very much less did we desire to have dealings 

 of such a nature with a live and peevish lion. 

 We had packed one empty lion-skin out, and 

 we were not the same men we had been. To 

 think of scaling those cliffs with another skin 

 stuffed and mounted with the live, pulsating, 

 indignant carcass of its original owner caused 

 our joints to complain and our veins to run 

 water. We lost much sleep over the pos- 

 sibility that we might be induced to tackle 

 such a horrid undertaking; our appetites 

 disappeared; we became irritable and weakly 

 hysterical. We awoke in the stilly hours 

 with frightened cries, for our dreams were 

 peopled with saber-toothed nightmares. But 

 all the time we knew that we were going to do 

 it, for it takes courage to be a coward, and 

 we were just ordinary, unheroic citizens. 



During the next few days we left Miller in 

 camp while we hunted with encouraging ill 

 fortune. We hunted in every kind of weather, 

 all of which was bad. We hunted the high rim ; 

 then we went below and hunted the red sand- 

 stone. We hunted in rain, in fog, and in snow. 

 We got lost, and for long hours we wandered 

 through the forests, wet, hungry, miserable, 

 buoyed up only by the realization that if we 



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