THE LIONS OF TANGANYIKA 81 



shy. We saw spoor and other signs, but no Hons 

 to write about. On this trip I Hved with hons day 

 and night; the fact is that the whole country was 

 full of them. 



Shooting hons with a camera is much more difficult 

 than doing so with a gun and brings the shooter into 

 more intimate contact, for to secure motion pictures of 

 wild lions near enough so that they will really look like 

 close-ups on the screen, the cameraman must get 

 right under their noses. Lions in their native element 

 are not to be played with, and no matter how often 

 you approach them and get away with it, the very 

 next time may bring plenty of trouble. The pubhc 

 has become accustomed to seeing tame hons on the 

 silver screen, animals that must have their meat 

 chopped up for them, and that could not exist one 

 week in the wilderness. They expect to see the wild 

 ones just as near, so I made up my mind to film them 

 close, and did, succeeding almost too well! 



While maldng scenes at a native village, the chief 

 came to us and asked if we would shoot some bad hons 

 that were killing his cattle. When we agreed to remove 

 these brutes, he sent a guide to show us where they 

 were to be found. After our arrival at the donga, or 

 ravine, we discovered a honess crouching behind a 

 small tree, but did not shoot her as we expected to 

 find others about and wanted to get our bearings first. 

 I then noticed in the tall grass near the donga a dead 

 topi, which investigation proved had just been killed 

 by her, we having arrived on the scene before she 

 could start her meal. 



Now we did a very impohte thing. We put a cable 

 to the topi and hitched the other end to the truck, 



