THE LIONS OF TANGANYIKA 95 



nosed bullets out of my rifle and putting in full metal 

 patched instead. 



Upon skinning the lion, it was found that the 220- 

 grain bullet had entered the right eye, traveling across 

 the skull without touching the brain, coming so close, 

 however, that the animal had been paralyzed. 



Lucy remarked that the beast would have been on 

 its feet shortly and plenty mad, and that this experi- 

 ence simply helped to prove liis contention that no 

 lion was safe until made into a rug. Poor Lucy; how 

 true his words! Not many weeks later he was to be 

 badly mauled by an enraged Hon, escaping with his 

 life only because of the steel nerves and quick thinking 

 of his companion. 



Now the rest of the party came up and Lucy intro- 

 duced us to Mr. Windsor White, of Cleveland, Ohio, 

 and his son, Mike. For them he was managing the 

 safari. After another cup of tea all around, we parted 

 with an invitation to the newcomers to visit our camp 

 the next day, promising to show them some excite- 

 ment at our famous Kon donga. 



Early the next morning, with the Whites as passen- 

 gers, we set out in two trucks to find our hons, arriving 

 at the donga about tliree hours after sunrise. After 

 the camera equipment had been placed inside, young 

 White and myself, with his gun bearer and my boy, 

 crawled into the boma. In a short time we heard 

 one of the trucks coming back and, without looking, I 

 knew that our actors would be in tow, so asked White 

 to peek and see what was up. He did, then sitting 

 down, turned to me, saying in a hoarse whisper that 

 six hons were running toward us. One after another 

 they sprang on the bait right under our noses, growling 



