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been studying them in a cage at Regent’s Park. Un¬ 
fortunately, I am more of an artist than a sportsman. 
In many a spot the fragments of bones and the 
trodden herbage, together with the surrounding foot¬ 
prints, showed that a lion had recently feasted off his 
prey. In one such place I saw, to my great surprise, 
a human being slinking away as I approached. I 
Fig. 46.—Vulturine attitudes. 
called out to my guides to know who that was, and 
they explained to me that certain hungry creatures— 
human hyenas—unable to procure the death of any 
wild animals for themselves, followed the lions 
wherever they went; and when the king of beasts had 
killed his prey, slaked his appetite, and walked off to 
drink, they intervened and carried off the remains of 
