The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 



necessitating the interference of the keeper with 

 an iron rake, who hit the end of it, thus freeing 

 the piece. After that the matter seemed easy 

 to him ; this, too, although his mouth bled 

 freely from being cut by the splinter. He 

 eventually got at the marrow, which he seemed 

 to enjoy, and I then gave him a big hunk of lean 

 horse beef to reward him for his efforts. Other 

 people have so often described the howls of 

 these beasts that it would be superfluous on my 

 part to remark upon what can be heard at any 

 time in the London Zoo, by getting one of the 

 keepers to stir up the specimens that are caged 

 there. It is a ghastly sound at night, and is said 

 to be often uttered to give the clan notice that 

 food is to be obtained. This latter statement I 

 somewhat doubt, for of all the sneakish, selfish, 

 squabbling brutes, the hyaena easily holds the 

 palm. These beasts skulk about camp, annexing 

 anything they can pack off without molestation, 

 and were a source of much annoyance to me on 

 more than one occasion. 



