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2 Fea tate hese my hat had been torn off by the tree, 
_- and'I turned round to tell the Kafirs that he must be hard by, 
. when an angry growl to my left and then the shriek of a 
man told me that something had gone wrong. Jumping off 
_ My pony, I ran into the scrub, guided by the sound. I had 
hardly got fifty yards when, bursting through a thicket in 
_ front of me, a man, covered with blood, fell at my feet, crying 
_ out that he was killed by the lion, and at the same instant I 
caught sight of the beast close up on three legs, his mane as if 
electrified into an Elizabethan collar, with the Kafir’s dog in his 
mouth. As his head came clear of the bush I puta ball through 
it, and he dropped dead by the native’s foot. I looked to the 
yelling victim, and found he was terribly bitten in thigh and 
__ arm ; so, tearing my shirt into strips, 1 bound him up as well 
as I could, never expecting him to live, for large surfaces were 
tangled, and I had to replace much a good deal at hazard. 
As I finished the waggons came up, and, lifting the wounded 
man on a blanket into one of them, I took him home, made 
him over to his wife, gave her a handful of beads and a yard 
oF two of brass wire to purchase food whilst he was laid up, 
summoned the chief, said 1 was very sorry an accident should 
haye happened to one of his men, received his assurance that 
it was not of the slightest consequence, especially as I had 
__ killed the lion, and then, as there was no water for the oxen, 
I moved on. In seven weeks I returned to this village. 
The first to meet and welcome me was my wounded friend, 
quite well and sound, and about to start on a journey. He 
- brought back the blanket on which we had carried him—TI had 
_ left it at his hut—cleanly washed ; and when I told him to keep it 
__ his joy was so great that I think he would have had the other 
leg bitten for a like reward. The recuperative power of the 
telling us the whereabouts of a hard-hit ambushed buffalo—in this illustration 
_ the dog in the lion’s mouth was the Kafir’s, and the other two were the best I 
_ ever had (the likenesses are admirable). I have known them hold a lion at 
bay for nearly an hour, the larger one heading him continually, and the little 
rough Skye-looking fellow running in at intervals, nipping him in the rear, and 
then scuttling off at full speed. 
