280 THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO CHAP. 
On my arrival in camp I found that everything 
that was possible was being done for poor Bhoota by 
Dr. McCulloch, the same who had travelled up with 
me to Tsavo and shot the ostrich from the train 
on my first arrival in the country, and who was 
luckily on the spot. His wounds had been skilfully 
dressed, the broken leg put in splints, and under the 
influence of a soothing draught the poor fellow was 
soon sleeping peacefully. At first we had great 
hope of saving both life and limb, and certainly for 
some days he seemed to be getting on as well 
as could be expected. The wounds, however, were 
very bad ones, especially those on the leg where the. 
long tusks had met through and through the flesh, 
leaving over a dozen deep tooth marks ; the arm, 
though dreadfully mauled, soon healed. It was 
wonderful to notice how cheerfully the old shzkarz 
bore it all, and a pleasure to listen to his tale of 
how he would have his revenge on the whole tribe 
of lions as soon as he was able to get about again. 
But alas, his skzkar was over. The leg got rapidly 
worse, and mortification setting in, it had to be 
amputated half way up the thigh. Dr. Winston 
Waters performed the operation most skilfully, and 
curiously enough the operating table was canopied 
with the skin of the lion which had been respon- 
sible for the injury. Bhoota madea good recovery 
from the operation, but seemed to lose heart when 
he found that he had only one leg left, as according 
