CHAPTER V. 
MORE LIONS 
Much better than I was. I can stand and walk. I will 
even pace slowly to my kinsman’s 
A Winter's Tale 
My leg, with the extra big gash, was a frightful nuis- 
ance. It was not much, but was just enough to prevent 
my going out hunting for some time. I could not run 
at all ; and if you would hunt buck or beast, you must 
run like Atalanta. From point to point you scamper 
on occasion, and it is all as glorious as it sounds. 
During the period of my rest I prevailed on Cecily 
to go out as of old and try her luck. I occupied myself 
in caring for the trophies we had by now acquired. 
All the skulls were carefully buried near the largest 
ant-hill in the vicinity, and were dug up every time we 
struck camp. The earlier trophies were by now picked 
almost clean. The masks and skins generally were 
rubbed with alum, taxidermine, and wood ashes. I 
was very careful to smooth out any creases, and gave 
particular attention to the magnificent coat from mine 
enemy. Even with occasional drenchings the trophies 
suffered no harm, and we generally in rainy times tried 
to spare them a covering of waterproof sheeting. In 
those days of idleness the bored-looking camels had 
been two short expeditions for water supplies. Cecily 
