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FOREST AND STREAM 
May II, 1912 
Importation of Arms and Ammunition Limited 
^'ICE-CoNSUL Generai, Carl C. Hansen, of Bangkok, 
says: 
“The importation of arms and ammunition in quantities 
by dealers is prohibited by the Siamese Government 
Special individual permits must be secured for each per¬ 
son desiring such goods, and only goods for which these 
permits have been secured may be brought in. The firm 
or agent usually carries samples, from which- the buyer 
selects the model desired. Then he secures a permit for 
himself and the dealer imports goods to fill the order. 
“ilannUcher and Mauser rifles and Browning pistols 
may be brought in personally only by Europeans, and 
they are required to give a guaranty that such arms will 
be for strictly personal use and will not be disposed of 
except by special consent of the Siamese Government. 
“The total imports of firearms into Siam during the 
fiscal year ended March 31, 1911, were valued at $13,650, of 
which the United States supplied only $27 worth. Of the 
total imports of ammunition and explosives valued at 
$21,049, the United States furnished $11 worth. The 
United Kingdom and Germany supplied the greater part 
of this trade.” 
Shoot at Nt. Healthy, Ohio. 
The attendance at the last shoot of the Royal Gun 
Club was a little off. owing to the weather. Ed. Bittner 
led the bunch, and did some nice work in the third 
event, only one target getting away. Most of the mem¬ 
bers have shown considerable improvement since the 
club began shooting a few weeks ago, and will soon be 
expert enough to buck up against teams of other or¬ 
ganizations, and make things interesting. Plans are 
about perfected for the all-day picnic and shoot in June, 
and it promises to be a very pleasant affair. The scores: 
Towler ^ . 
. 53 
R Werz . 
. 20 
Lux . 
.. 6? 
Huston . 
. 60 
Kd Ihttner . 
. 80 
T Wirtz . 
. 13 
C ^^'e^ner . 
. 16 
Becker . 
. 45 
K l:''erriss . 
. 20 
Doubles, twelve 
E Bittner . 
pairs: 
. 11 
Towler . 
. 6 
Lux .. 
. 8 
Smith Gun Club. 
Newark, N. J., May 4.—.\t the Smith Gun Club to-day 
bigh gun man was F. .Apgar. He was. pushed closely 
by S. Castle and J. Collins. The scores were as follows: 
F Apgar . ... 
H Trimpe ... 
H Wilbounce 
W Robertson 
J Collins .... 
J Smith . 
S Castle . 
E Davis . 
W Sheppard 
F \Vilson ... 
20 
19 
19 
20 
22 
18 
19 
14 
20 
13 
21 
19 
18 
14 
13 
16 
17 
20 
19 
22 
18 
17 
16 
17 
20 
23 
18 
19 
18 
20 
14 
18 
21 
17 
17 
16 
18 
18 
19 
20 
19 
18 
19 
14 
17 
20 
19 
21 
20 
20 
19 
16 
20 
18 
17 
16 
17 
13 
13 
IS 
A FIGHT WITH A LION. 
This, says Victor, in the Field, is an account 
of an adventure while lion hunting in British 
East Africa, given to the writer by the hero of 
the exploit, H. Clarkson Williams. 
It was in the summer of 1909 that a small 
party of us, F. C. Selous, W. N. McMillan (who 
had, a little time before, given ex-President 
Roosevelt some shooting on his farm at Juja) 
and myself, were on a hunting expedition after 
lion. We had reached the vicinity of Mount 
Elgin, just over the Gwasin Gishu plateau, east 
of the Victoria Nyanza, and were looking for¬ 
ward to a good hunt, for we were right on the 
best ground. 
The day after our arrival I went out to “lay 
down” a few hartebeestes, ready, as I fondly 
hoped, for the next day's kill. I never expected 
to see lion at once, and, therefore, my surprise 
can be imagined when, about four in the after¬ 
noon, a big one passed along on my right. It 
was but a few minutes after my last kill of harte- 
beeste, and he was walking about 300 yards away 
in the same direction as myself. 
I can best describe the country by saying that 
it was something like English park land, being 
more or less bushy, and the beast moved slowly 
and easily along, now in sight and now hidden 
behind bushes. And, though he walked leisurely, 
all the time his tail was switching to and fro, 
ample indication that his kingship had been dis¬ 
turbed, and was angry. 
My two “boys” were between two or three 
hundred yards in iny rear, and I was walking 
quite alone. They had my guns, and kept pace 
with me, keeping instinctively to cover as they 
followed. I gave my usual signal for them to 
come close up, by holding up my hand, and when 
they reached me, I exchanged the .350 which I 
was carrying for the .450 which one of them 
had. Then, with a word of warning to them to 
keep behind, I commenced to stalk the lion, 
walking roughly in the same direction as the 
beast, but always working away to the right, 
on as it were, the diagonal line of his track and 
what had been my own. I had to travel very 
carefully, and take what cover I could, but grad¬ 
ually I made way on him, until I must have 
gained quite 100 yards upon him. 
He must have known I was after him, yet he 
never looked round, keeping steadily on his- 
course, and being now, as I had walked toward 
him on the slant, somewhat to my right front. 
It was evident that he did not wish to have 
anything to do with me, for though I stood right 
up in the open occasionally to attract his atten¬ 
tion, he refused to honor me by a single glance, 
or to alter his pace or direction one iota. 
At last I decided not to wait any longer, but 
to stop him somehow, so, standing up, I clapped 
the palm of one hand across the back of the 
other. 
This brought Leo round with a jerk, for he 
turned and faced me squarely, and so we stood 
and looked at each other while a man might 
count ten. A frontal shot at a big lion is rarely 
very successful if the beast is more than eighty 
yards away, and therefore I did not fire at once, 
but endeavored to move round, so as to be on 
the flank of my quarry, a much more satisfactory 
position from which to shoot. 
Apparently, his majesty was either nervous or 
contemptuous of me, for he suddenly got up. 
turned right round, and began to make off at 
a very fast walk. 
I made sure that I was going to lose him, and 
in my eagerness ignored the fact that he was 
now with his back toward me, in a very bad 
position indeed so far as the chance of bringing 
him down was concerned, and I let him have 
both barrels. By quite a foot the first shot 
missed him, but the second was better directed, 
and hit him low down in the rump, causing him 
to squat down sharply—much as a dog does, only 
that his tail was stretched straight out along the 
ground—and to set up a dreadful bellowing. 
There was a small thicket just in front of him, 
and before I could get in another shot, he sprang 
to his feet and rushed madly into this scrub. 
Here I could no longer see him clearly all the 
time, but I noticed that he rolled over and over 
like a beast in his death agony, and I stood for 
a few seconds considering how best to finish him. 
A badly wounded lion is not good company at 
close quarters, so I took count with myself be¬ 
fore I started on anything so foolish as to rush 
in and finish him off. The country before me 
to the right, where the stricken animal was roll¬ 
ing about, and also the countrj' on my direct 
right, was, just hereabouts, densely covered, and 
I soon realized that to attempt to stalk him in 
either of these two directions would be giving 
him a better chance than I cared about if he 
wanted to be nasty. For a moment I was at 
fault, until I saw, a little ahead of me to the 
left, that the ground appeared more open and 
seemed to offer some prospect, if I went care¬ 
fully, of mi' finding a spot from which I could 
get a real good clean shot at him. 
By this time my boys had come up, and a look 
at the lion convinced them, as it had me, that 
I had to deal with a dying and dangerous beast, 
and it was decided that I move forward to the 
spot which I had noticed, the two boys remain¬ 
ing where they were. I told them not to move 
unless I shouted to them. 
I had made, perhaps, three or four hundred 
yards of country, all the time keeping a watch¬ 
ful eye on the patch of cover, where it was pos¬ 
sible the lion was lying, when I got into a little 
clearing. I at once stood up, it being my inten¬ 
tion to go straight in to the wounded beast, who 
was then about 200 yards away, and get a close 
shot at him. 
But he settled that for me, for before I had 
moved a yard, he was out of his cover and com¬ 
ing toward me like a racehorse. There is no 
other way of describing the way he came on to 
attack me. because the action of a lion charging 
exactly sim-'lar to the action of a horse in full 
gallop. It is a mistake to suppose that lions 
spring. They do not; they run at j'ou. 
His pace was tremendous, and the distance be- 
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For Good Fly Fishing 
For small-mouthed Black Bass in June, go to 
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(Resorts for Sportsmen continued on page 613.) 
