More Lions 



all traces of game, while preparing the ground 

 for fresh impressions. We were very busy all 

 this time, as in addition to lion we got some fine 

 oryx, and I spoored, and after a long stalk flat on 

 my stomach through seas of sloppy sand, killed 

 my first gerenuk buck, which pleased me much, 

 as I always think they are about the strangest 

 and prettiest trophy to be found in Somali. 



One lion we got very easily, tracking him to 

 a small bush where I imagine he was having his 

 midday siesta. We were one each side, and on 

 the qui vive, so that when he looked out with a 

 roar only fifteen yards from each of us, he promptly 

 got a bullet in the head and another in the heart. 

 Another one might have landed me in rather a 

 tight corner; it was a very fierce lioness. She 

 was sighted just as a thunderstorm broke, and 

 made two or three ugly rushes at my horsemen ; 

 as the ponies could hardly keep their legs on the 

 wet ground, I was rather nervous of an accident. 

 It was a weird scene, rather dark, with torrents 

 of rain, vivid flashes of lightning, and peals of 

 thunder mingling with the roars of the infuriated 

 beast. I got a chance at her through some thin 

 bush at forty-five yards and fired; at the shot 

 she gave a great bound, and I thought was coming 

 on. Now, I always used to keep my left barrel 

 for emergencies when possible, so as soon as I 

 had fired I, still keeping my eye on the lioness, 



