WITH FLASH-LIGHT AND RIFLE 



without saying that I had to register more failures than 

 successes. 



One of the most valuable pictures I ever took, the 

 one showing a lion and lioness attacking an animal 

 fastened to a tree, I almost spoiled in trying to develop 

 it in my camp. It was saved by the art of my friend 

 Captain Kiesling. I can hardly describe the joy I felt 

 when, after months, the captain's telegram, containing 

 the one word "Saved,'' reached me in the wilderness. 



From this picture it is evident that lions do not ap- 

 proach their prey leaping, but rather crawling close to 

 the ground, and also that the lioness leads in the at- 

 tack. Many of the lions which I had occasion to watch 

 approached the animals whom I tised as bait within a 

 few feet, but then turned away to hunt their accus- 

 tomed prey, the wild herds of the steppe. 



These days and nights were full of anxiety, suspense, 

 and also disappointments for me. One day Masai 

 warriors carried off one of my photographic instru- 

 ments, and, as a result, I had to increase the number of 

 guards. But when I did finally accomplish my purpose — 

 when I caught the king of animals, the mightiest beast 

 of prey, in the act, as it were, and held the documentary 

 evidence on the small, sensitive plate — my joy was 

 simply without bounds. Even my stoic blacks became 

 excited and discussed this memorable event for many 

 days. 



One seldom meets a lion in the daytime. During 



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