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which he wore on his necklace. I retreated to the native, and we then 
knelt down. The lion continued his meal, tearing away at the buffalo, 
and growling at his wife and family, who, I found next day, by the 
spoor, had accompanied him. Knowing that he would not molest me 
if I left him alone, I proposed to the native to go to our hole and lie 
down, but he would not hear of it, and entreated me to fire at the lion. 
JUNGLE INHABITANTS 
1 fired three different shots where I thought I saw him, but without 
any effect; he would not so much as for a moment cease munching my 
buffalo. I then proceeded to lie down, and was soon asleep, the native 
keeping watch over our destinies. Some time after midnight other 
lions were heard coming on from other airts, and my old friend com¬ 
menced roaring so loudly that the native thought it proper to wake me. 
“The first old lion now wanted to drink, and held right away for 
