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Stephenson took his place on the other bank, 
twenty-five or thirty yards from the edge of the 
reeds. Then the beaters were told to advance, and 
they moved forward, throwing rocks and sticks into 
the reeds ahead of them. The lion appeared on 
Stephenson’s side. Like a flash it sprang out. He 
fired and the lion stopped momentarily under the 
impact of a heavy ball. Then it sprang a few yards 
onward, when a second shot laid it out. The last 
shot was fired at less than twenty yards. 
The moving-picture machine recorded the thrill¬ 
ing scene and there was an hour of great rejoicing 
and jubilation. The animal was an old lioness and 
the first shot had torn her lower jaw away and had 
gone into the shoulder. It is amazing that she was 
not instantly killed—but that’s a way lions have. 
They never know when to quit. 
