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of them. This animal is seldom seen by sportsmen, 
and I believe it is considered quite rare. In four 
months only one of our party had previously seen 
any. Sometimes they savagely attack human be¬ 
ings, and when they do their attack is fierce and 
hard to repel. They watched us narrowly as we 
approached them and then moved slowly away. 
They seemed neither afraid nor ferocious. 
We each shot and missed. The pack split, and 
Stephenson followed one little bunch while I fol¬ 
lowed another. My course led me toward a shal¬ 
low, rock-strewn nullah, and once or twice I fired 
again at the wild dogs. But I couldn’t hit them. 
There was nothing remarkable in my failure to 
make a good shot, but Stephenson, who is a cele¬ 
brated rifle shot, seemed to be equally unfortunate 
in his work. He was some distance away and his 
bullets would not go where he wanted them to go. 
Suddenly my attention was riveted upon three 
forms that walked slowly out of the nullah and 
climbed the slope on the other side, about three hun¬ 
dred and fifty yards away. I was transfixed with 
amazement and could hardly believe my eyes. 
They were lions! 
One was a female and the other two immense 
males. They were walking slowly, and once or 
twice they stopped to look back at me. Then they 
resumed their stately retreat. 
As soon as I recovered from my astonishment I 
shouted to Stephenson, who had been lured far 
away by the wild dogs. 
