66 BIG GAME SHOOTING 
on going on north to the Ba-Mungwato country in the hope 
of finding them. 
On our way we halted at a small spring at the bottom 
of a slight depression. It looked as if the water had once 
been much larger, and might have occupied the best part 
of the area. There was a trickling overflow, which, after 
running a few yards, tumbled into a hole and disappeared ; 
hence its name ‘ Lupapi,’ or the ‘ Mouse.’ This was the very 
A night attack—Lupapi 
worst place for lions I ever knew ; not so much from their 
number as their insolent audacity. I stopped here on three 
separate occasions, and each time was molested more than 
sufficiently. On this, the first, we had made, luckily, a very 
strong kraal. The fires would not burn brightly, as there 
was a misty rain falling. At ro p.m. or half-past we had 
only just turned in when we were attacked in force by two 
lions and a lioness. Our vedettes, the dogs, were driven in, 
and the enemy charged down upon the cattle enclosure. The 
