FIRST GLIMPSE OF A WILD LION 103 



where she came to a stop. Two more shots from my 

 big gun finished her, and the photograph was 

 finally secured. 



Leaving the porters to watch the two lions, we 

 followed the third lion that had been seen in the 

 valley. He had not gone far and we soon found 

 him, but too far away to get a shot. For an hour 

 we followed him, but he finally disappeared and 

 could not be located again. 



It was sundown when our porters reached camp 

 with the two lions, and it was then that we ate our 

 long-deferred luncheon. 



A week later, while marching from the Tana 

 River to the Zeka River, Mr. and Mrs. Akeley and I 

 came across a large lion, accompanied by a lioness. 

 They were first seen moving away across a low 

 sloping ridge of the plains within a couple of miles 

 of where we had killed the lion and lioness a week 

 before. We followed them and came up with them 

 after a brisk walk of ten minutes. Both were hid- 

 ing in the grass near the crest of the slope, and we 

 could see their ears and eyes above the long grass. 

 We crouched down a hundred yards away and the 

 lion rose to see where we had gone. Mrs. Akeley 

 fired and missed, but her second shot pierced his 

 brain and he fell like a log. We expected a charge 

 from the lioness and waited until she should declare 

 herself. But she did not appear and her where- 

 abouts remained an anxious mystery until she was 

 finally seen several hundred yards away making her 

 way slowly up a distant hill. Half-way up she sat 



