FIRST GLIMPSE OF A WILD LION 99 



of pleasure that swept over me. It seemed that of 

 all human gratifications there was none equal to 

 that experienced by the man who has killed his first 

 lion. 



My second lion experience came three days later. 

 With a couple of tents and about forty porters our 

 party of four had marched across to a point a 

 couple of miles from where I had killed the lion. 

 We hoped to put in a day or two looking for lions, 

 some of which had been reported in that district. 

 The porters went on ahead with the camp equip- 

 ment, while we came along more slowly. Mr. 

 Akeley had taken some close-range photographs of 

 rhinos, and we were just on the point of starting 

 direct for the new camp when we ran across two 

 enormous rhinos standing in the open plain. One 

 was extremely large, with an excellent pair of 

 horns, and it was arranged that I should try to 

 secure this one as a trophy, while Mr. Akeley se- 

 cured a photograph of the event. At thirty-five 

 yards I shot the larger one of the two, and it 

 dropped in its tracks. The other started to charge, 

 but was finally driven away by shouting and by 

 shots fired in the air. The photograph was excel- 

 lent and quite dramatic. 



For an hour the gunbearers worked on the dead 

 rhino and finally secured the head and feet and 

 certain desirable parts of the skin. At noon we re- 

 sumed our march for camp, two or three miles 

 away. We had hardly gone half the distance when 

 one of the tent boys was seen far ahead, riding the 



