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all around croaked their disappointment. The 
guinea-fowls called one to the other as they 
flew up to roost, and a jackal howled some- 
where. 
Then the hyena appeared, with glowing 
eyes, lurking in the shadows. But it was 
not alone this time; there were dozens of 
other cruel eyes glowing too, and suddenly a 
most infernal chorus of cackling laughter burst 
forth. 
The lion was still now, lying on his side, 
groaning a little. 
Then, about three hours before dawn, the 
hyenas rushed him from all sides, and he died, 
fighting feebly, the death of nearly all lions— 
a prey to the loathsome hyenas. 
