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stopped suddenly, and appeared to squat ; so, 

 moving a little to one side, the better to assist his 

 view, what was his surprise to see, instead of this 

 small representative of the antelope family, a large 

 male lion, which had evidently been watching our 

 horses at that time scarcely two hundred yards 

 from him when the steinbok had run against his 

 majesty and paid with his life for his temerity. 



So occupied was the lion with his capture, that 

 he did not perceive that he in turn was overlooked ; 

 so, affording an easy shot to my follower at very 

 short range, yielded up his life no doubt quite as 

 apidly as his late prey had done. 



Thus my man, at one shot, killed a lion and 

 bagged an antelope. The second shot he had fired 

 was at the lioness, at about a hundred yards off. " I 

 think I hit her," he said, and I believe he had ; for, 

 contrary to the habit of the majority of white sports- 

 men, whenever he makes such an assertion I have 

 found him to be speaking the truth. 



As the night advanced, and as it continued 

 intensely dark, we determined to remain awake till 

 the moon rose, more especially as the horses were 

 most restless, and on more than one occasion we 

 had heard a deep, muttered growl, that clearly told 

 that "ne'er-do-wells" and night prowlers were abroad. 



So fresh fuel was pushed into the fires, and 

 Cigar, between the puffs of his charred, worn-out 

 pipe, told me a tale of his younger days. 



