20 PEACE: LION HUNTING 



of the river he thought the lions were. " Master, 

 the lions are that side of the river/' said Charlie. 

 Next morning, when discussing where we thought 

 the beasts had been, Charlie pointed back to our 

 side of the river. " Why, Charlie," said I, " I 

 thought you said last night they were that side 

 of the river/' " Yes, master, this side of that 

 side, master." 



In the museum in Windhuk, for me the most 

 interesting thing was the skull of a lion which 

 some time previously had been shot on the Oka- 

 vango, after it had entered a German military 

 camp at night and carried off a soldier. I heard 

 the details of this adventure from one of the men 

 who had been in the camp at the time. 



A body of soldiers, consisting of about thirty 

 mounted troopers, had made their camp one 

 evening close to the river. In the middle of the 

 night this lion had boldly entered the camp in 

 spite of the number of fires about, and, seizing one 

 of the sleeping troopers, started to carry him off. 

 The man thus seized was, like his fellows, 

 thoroughly tired with the wearisome ride through 

 the sand, and did not at first grasp the position, 

 so he merely called out to his comrades to desist 

 from what he thought was their horse-play. 

 However, he was soon thoroughly awake, and 

 when he felt the lion's hairy chest, and sniffed 

 the unpleasant and unusual odour of the great 

 beast, he realised what had happened, and at 

 once he began to struggle violently, yelling out 



