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and fifty yards the largest of the two males, a 

 great, black-maned lion, stopped and turned 

 toward us. His two companions continued moving 

 away toward the ravine. 



Thinking it a good moment to strike, we leaped 

 from the carriage and knelt to fire. Stephenson 

 shot at the big black-mane and I at the male that 

 was retreating. Both shots missed. The black- 



At Two Hundred and Fifty Yards 



mane resumed his retreat and we got in a couple 

 more ineffectual shots before the three lions dis- 

 appeared over the brow of the ravine. 



Once more in the carriage and another wild 

 gallop as far as the vehicle would go. For a few 

 moments we lost sight of the lions, but presently 

 we saw them climbing up the opposite slope, four 

 hundred yards away. It was a long distance to 

 shoot, but we hoped to bring them to bay at least by 

 wounding them into a fighting mood. The large 



