WILD LIFE ACROSS THE WORLD 



the pack of seven dogs, each of a different breed, round 

 her — everyone who has read those wonderful books 

 by that greatest of hunters, Mr. F. C. Selous, will 

 remember the use he made of such dogs for Hon- 

 hunting — whilst Jones was waiting for a chance to 

 get his lasso over her. She was still there when the 

 two other cowboys came up, and I got within twenty 

 yards of her with the camera. We had hardly begun 

 to discuss what our next move should be when she 

 settled the question for us. 



Like a flash she came out, heedless of the dogs now, 

 and made her way to an opening in the rocks, where 

 she stood at bay. It was impossible to get the horses 

 near her, impossible to do anything save shoot her, 

 whilst she was on that broken ground ; and I had not 

 taken all that trouble, spent all those weary days, in 

 order to see a lioness killed with a bullet 



By various means — firing the grass, throwing 

 crackers, setting the dogs on — we managed to make her 

 move several times, but though I got one or two scraps 

 of film at close quarters, I wanted far more than that. 

 The heat soon became intense, overpowering, and it 

 was only too plain that the dogs were beginning to 

 tire. The dust, the sun, the continual barking were 

 too much for them. 



At last, in sheer desperation, Jones declared that he 

 would try and slip a noose over her by means of a pole. 

 It would have been risky, for had she sprung at him 



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