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There was another interesting character on board 
who caused many of us to stop and think. He 
was a young British army officer who was mauled by 
a lioness several months ago in Somaliland. He 
now walked with a decided limp and was likely to 
lose his commission in the army because of physical 
infirmities. He was cheerful, pleasant, and looked 
hopefully forward to a time when he could have an¬ 
other go at a lion. This is the way the thing hap¬ 
pened : Last March he was shooting in Somaliland 
and ran across a lioness. He shot her, but failed to 
disable her. She immediately charged, chewed up 
his leg, arm and shoulder, and was then killed by his 
Somali gunbearer. He was days from any help. He 
dressed his own wounds and the natives tried to 
carry him to the nearest settlement. Finally his 
bandages were exhausted, the natives deserted, and 
it was only after frightful suffering that he 
reached help. In three weeks blood poisoning set 
in, as is usual after the foul teeth of a lion have 
entered the flesh, and for several months he was 
close to death. Now he was up and about, cheerful 
and sunny, but a serious object lesson to the lion 
hunters bound for the lair of the lion. 
In the smoking-room of the Adolph Woermann 
was a bronze bust of Mr. Woermann presented by 
himself. Whether he meant to perpetuate his own 
memory is not vital to the story. The amusing 
feature lies in the fact that some irreverent passen¬ 
ger, whose soul was dead to the sacredness of art, 
put a rough slouch hat on Mr. Woermann one 
