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but he was now standing up, looking first at one group of 

 horses and then at the other, his tail lashing to and fro, his 

 head held low, and his lips dropped over his mouth in 

 peculiar fashion, while his harsh and savage growling 

 rolled thunderously over the plain. Seeing Simba and me 



" Ben '' worrying the second big lion before it died, and when we were afraid it 



could yet charge 

 From a photograph by Kermit Rooscz'tlt 



on foot, he turned toward us, his tail lashing quicker and 

 quicker. Resting my elbow on Simba's bent shoulder, I 

 took steady aim and pressed the trigger; the bullet went 

 in between the neck and shoulder, and the lion fell over 

 on his side, one foreleg in the air. He recovered in a mo- 

 ment and stood up, evidently very sick, and once more 

 faced me, growling hoarsely. I think he was on the eve 



