2 8o 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 shikari 

 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 shikar 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 made a good recovery 

 from the operation, but seemed to lose heart when 

 he found that he had only one leg left, as according 



