WITH FLASH-LIGHT AND RIFLE 



I was more fortunate another time, on November loth. 

 I was travelling with my caravan in the steppe, between 

 the Meruberg and the KiHmanjaro, and was nearing 

 a drinking -place. Game of all kind — oryx antelopes, 

 zebras. Grant gazelles, and giraffes— were crossing our 

 path, but I had no intention of hunting them. 



As usual I marched at the head of my caravan, closely 

 followed by my guides and rifle-bearers. Suddenly one 

 of my Ndorobbo guides called to me in a subdued voice, 

 " Lungatun!" and pointed towards a grassy spot on our 

 left. The black guide and I advanced only to see two 

 lions, a male and female, galloping away at great speed 

 and disappearing in a thorny thicket which lay between 

 us and a high elevation on our left. We penetrated into 

 the thicket and had climbed up the rocky ground, when 

 I saw, directly in front of me, not more than fifteen 

 paces distant, a magnificent lioness facing me fully and 

 fastening her glowing eyes on me. An indescribably 

 beautiful sight! Instinctively, I looked for the other 

 lion; then I took aim. The same moment the lioness 

 leaped to one side, high up, and disappeared in the 

 thicket. I had shot at her while she was leaping and I 

 was anxiously awaiting developments. She might re- 

 turn and attack me in case I had only wounded her. My 

 shot, however, proved a splendid hit; we found the 

 lioness dead in the thicket. The Hon had disappeared in 

 the mean time. 



Likewise, in 1900, I had a thrilling adventure with 



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