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(Selous alone outstanding, a unique figure)—among- that 
band of lion-hearted British pioneers who within a lifetime 
have helped—more, probably, than all the politicians— 
towards the transformation and regeneration of the 
once “Dark Continent.” Six months later, alas! gallant 
Stigand gave his life to the cause of that Continent 
he had loved. He was killed (October 1919) in one 
of those recurrent patrols, or “punitive expeditions,” 
against the Dinkas and other savage tribes — sad to 
Elephant Cow tearing up Cane-Grass. 
say within a few months of his intended retirement after 
twenty years’ active service in Africa. 
Sir Frederick Jackson wrote me (January 8th, 1920):— 
“Did you know Stigand? I did well, and always 
regarded him as a Prince among pioneers and hunter- 
naturalists. Splendid in physique, tall, and strong as a 
Samson, yet lithe and not muscle-bound; he is the 
only man I‘ ever knew, or heard of, who beat off a 
wounded lion with his fist while the beast was chawing 
his left arm. He had had this rough-and-tumble with a 
lion, two with elephants at different times, once tossed 
by a rhinoceros. After he had recovered from the lion- 
mauling, I said to him: ‘Now it only remains for 
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