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shoulder. We set to, then and there, to skin the 

 lioness. We took her skull and some of her fat, 

 which Mosueu wanted for medicine, and, leaving the 

 rest of the carcass, returned to camp, which we reached 

 late in the afternoon. 



My pony reached Deka, where he died. We buried 

 him there and put plenty of stones over his grave. 

 No man ever rode or shot from a better or kinder 

 animal, and when I think of the many gallops 

 after game we have had together my heart, as a 

 native would say, feels very sad." 



Not many big-game hunters have been knocked 

 over by a lion and escaped injury, yet this is the 

 thrilling experience Lord Hindlip had while hunting 

 in British Africa. 1 In his account of the adventure 

 he says : " While waiting for the shikaris to return, 

 I went up a small hill near camp, and, looking 

 round through my glasses, I spotted three lions 

 slinking away from the lake (where they evidently 

 had been drinking), no doubt on their return to some 

 lair to sleep during the heat of the day. I attracted 

 the attention of Darod Nur, Lady Hindlip's shikari, 

 and told him to saddle the remaining ponies. Luckily 

 at that moment Owad and Aidid were seen return- 

 ing, and in a very short time I had Aidid and Bodley 

 mounted and ready to round up the lions while I 

 with Owad and Darod started to try and find them. 

 For some time we hunted about in a nullah, up which 

 we thought they must have gone, but could find no 

 trace, and I began to fear that we should not find 

 them. 



Aidid and the skin-man, Bodley Warsama (who had 



1 See Bibliography, a. 



