XVI A WIDOW’S STORY 179 
the wondering faces of the children, the gathering 
gloom of the closing evening, the dusky forms of a 
few natives who had gathered round—all combined 
to make a most striking and solemn ending to a 
very terrible tragedy of real life. 
I am glad to say that within a few weeks’ time 
the lion that was responsible for this tragedy was 
killed by a poisoned arrow, shot from a tree top by 
one of the Wa Taita. 
IN THE BAZAAR AT KAMPALA. 
