CHAPTER XXII. 



AN OLD FAVOURITE BLOWN UP DEATH OF A LION. 



As may be supposed, Cigar and myself spent a 

 most enjoyable evening, discussing former adven- 

 tures and inquiring after mutual friends. At length, 

 after a pause in the conversation, I asked him 

 where Jansey, an old driver, was, and whether he 

 could not be induced again to take service with 

 me ? To my surprise and sorrow, I was informed 

 that he was dead. 



" How was he killed ? How did it happen ? " I 

 asked. 



" Blowed himself up," was the answer. 



" But how ? Tell me." 



" Easy enough ; he went to set a bottle for a 

 hyaena, and it went off. No one knew anything 

 about it till next day, when he was missed ; then 

 they had a search for him, and he was found 

 scattered all over the veldt, bits of him hanging 

 on the bushes, just like so much biltong left out 

 to dry." 



