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an opening and saw her settling down between the legs of the 

 bait. Then she would raise her head and look over her 

 shoulder at me and snarl way down in her throat. At this 

 point in the game the Express went off and did its job right 

 behind her shoulder. Of all the racket you ever heard! A 

 lion's roar simply rolls along the ground at you and hits you 

 in the face. Almost immediately her mate, a big lion with a 

 red mane, came along to see what it was all about, and I had 

 just enough light to make out his shoulder he got a .470 

 plunk! Thought he was going to tear the whole scenery to 

 pieces, but a .470 isn't exactly the thing to encourage that 

 business. Then in about half an hour I made out a lioness 

 standing some distance away, and nailed her. She came right 

 for me like a flash, but again the .470 was too much for her. 

 I think she meant business through and through, and I don't 

 mind saying that when a big black-tipped lion came up and 

 fairly snarled in my face (and got his burned for his pains) 

 that my nerves were about gone. That was four lions dead. 

 Then a big lioness came and proceeded to crawl up and keep 

 the zebra between me and her, hauled his tail to her and 

 started to eat her way into him how the bones crunched and 

 how she purred and growled! She knew I was there, and 

 thought herself safe enough. Tried the Remington then, but 

 couldn't get the bullets through the bait at her. Finally I 

 plugged a .470 solid in her direction, and you can bet your 

 life that went through, but didn't hit her, but disturbed her 

 equilibrium. She raised a terrible row and wasn't in the least 

 afraid. Nevertheless, she knew enough not to expose herself 

 any more than necessary, and as daylight began to come she 

 slunk off. 



Now comes the real story. Jack wounded her the next 

 night, and when we came up to him in the morning he told us 

 about it and we saw we were in for it. We all got together 

 with all the guns available. I had my .405, with a shot- 

 gun loaded with ball and buckshot for the close work. She 

 made for the thickest place in all Africa and got in the middle 

 of it and waited very much alive. "A lion can hide behind 

 his own head," and when he once charges he covers one hundred 



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