TIGER SLAYER BY ORDER 



Some days after bagging my first lion, I was riding 

 about the country accompanied by Nur, looking for game, 

 when I saw in the distance two animals which, at first 

 sight, I took to be hartebeest, but soon discovered they 

 were lions. They were walking slowly, one behind the 

 other, over an open grassy plain. 



As we galloped towards the pair, one of them, a dark- 

 skinned beast, suddenly whipped round and, with an 

 angry roar, charged most savagely, chasing me for about a 

 hundred yards, when he pulled up. Wheeling round 

 quickly, I jumped off and fired into his chest, rolling him 

 over growling. 



The next instant I was in the saddle again, going hard 

 in the direction the other lion had taken when, suddenly, 

 Nur, who had been following me closely, drew my attention 

 to the beast crouching in a patch of high grass some five 

 yards to my left. 



I had almost ridden past him. Pulling up with a jerk, 

 I took a snap-shot at his great shock head, for he was 

 flicking his tail, from which I knew he was on the point of 

 charging. Luckily my bullet, striking fairly between his 

 eyes, killed him on the spot. Yet, so life-like did he appear 

 — for he still lay crouching as he had been, with his head 

 between his paws — that I fired again. But he had been 

 killed with the first shot, the bullet of pure lead from my 

 Rigby having crashed through his brain and penetrated the 

 chest, raking him along the flank. 



On going back to the first lion, we found him still alive. 

 He had dragged himself into a small bush, and on our 

 approaching him, greeted us with a savage roar. However, 

 a bullet in the neck soon put an end to him. Both the 

 lions were fine, handsome animals, with very fair manes. 



On returning to camp that evening through a wild 

 piece of country, we fell in with a party of raiders who, 

 with loud shouts and a great flourish of spears, came 

 galloping up to us, but seeing we w^re armed, quickly 

 made off again. They were all well mounted and fairly 

 bristling with spears. 



One afternoon while stalking oryx in some bushes, we 

 suddenly came on a lioness and her three-quarter grown 

 cubs. Unfortunately we had left our horses in camp that 

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