64 TALES OF A NOMAD. 



Next morning we saw the spoor of the lions, and there 

 lay the carcase of a hyaena bitten across the neck, and 

 marked by the claws of the lions. They had evidently 

 caught it, and had played with it for some time before 

 killing it. I suppose this was done in revenge for the 

 annoyance they sustained from the hyaenas. 



The following day I reached my camp, and packing 

 up started on my return journey to Gumban. I left two 

 Caffres to take care of the sea-cow hides, promising to 

 send back carriers from Gumban to bring the hides as 

 soon as they were dry enough. 



