SPORT IN WAR 

 light we crossed the deep river-bed 

 of the Umchingwe River, and, in 

 doing so, noticed the fresh spoor of 

 a Hon in the sand. We went on and 

 had agood look at the enemy's strong- 

 hold ; and on our way back, as we 

 approached this river-bed, agreed to 

 go quietly, in case the lion should 

 be moving about in it. On looking 

 down over the bank, my heart jumped 

 into my mouth when I saw a grand 

 old brute just walking in behind a 

 bush. Jackson did not see him, but 

 was off his horse as quickly as I was, 

 and ready with his gun : too ready, 

 indeed, for the moment that the lion 

 appeared, walking majestically out 

 from behind the bush that had hidden 

 him, Jackson fired hurriedly, striking 

 the ground under his foot, and, as we 







