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friends were getting farther away every minute, and so lessening



your chances of being in the fun? I began to understand perfectly

B.'s remarks of a moment before. However, on I scrambled, and



soon overtook the hunt.

We dodged in and out of bushes, and around and over holes. Every



few moments we would catch a glimpse of one of those silently

bounding lions, and then we would let out a yell. Also every few



moments one or the other of us would go down in a heap, and would

scramble up and curse, and remount hastily. Billy had better



luck. She had no gun, and belonged a little in the rear anyway,

but was coming along game as a badger for all that.



My own horse had the legs of the others quite easily, and for

that reason I was ahead far enough to see the magnificent sight



of five lions sideways on, all in a row, standing in the grass

gazing at me with a sort of calm and impersonaldignity. I



wheeled my horse immediately so as to be ready in case of a

charge, and yelled to the others to hurry up. While I sat there,



they moved slowly off one after the other, so that by the time

the men had come, the lions had gone. We now had no difficulty in



running into them again. Once more my better animal brought me to

the lead, so that for the second time I drew up facing the lions,



and at about one hundred yards range. One by one they began to

leave as before, very leisurely and haughtily, until a single old



maned fellow remained. He, however, sat there, his great round

head peering over the top of the grass.



"Well," he seemed to say, "here I am, what do you intend to do

about it?"



The others arrived, and we all dismounted. B. had not yet killed

his lion, so the shot was his. Billy very coolly came up behind



and held his horse. I should like here to remark that Billy is

very terrified of spiders. F. and I stood at the ready, and B.



sat down.

Riding fast an exciting mile or so, getting chucked on your head



two or three times, and facing your first lion are none of them

conducive to steady shooting. The first shot therefore went high,



but the second hit the lion square in the chest, and he rolled

over dead.



We all danced a little war dance, and congratulated B. and turned

to get the meaning of a queer little gurgling gasp behind us.



There was Fundi! That long-legged scarecrow, not content with

running to get us and then back again, had trailed us the whole



distance of our mad chase over broken ground at terrific speed in

order to be in at the death. And he was just about all in at the



death. He could barely gasp his breath, his eyes stuck out; he

looked close to apoplexy.



"Bwana! bwana!" was all he could say. "Master! master!"

We shook hands with Fundi.



"My son," said I, "you're a true sport, and you'll surely get

yours later."



He did not understand me, but he grinned. The gunbearers began to

drift in, also completely pumped. They set up a feeble shout when



they saw the dead lion. It was a good maned beast, three feet six

inches at the shoulder, and nine feet long.



We left Fundi with the lion, instructing him to stay there until

some of the other men came up. We remounted and pushed on slowly



in hopes of coming on one of the others.

Here and there we rode, our courses interweaving, looking



eagerly. And lo! through a tiny opening in the brush we espied

one of those elusive gerenuk standing not over one hundred yards



away. Whereupon I dismounted and did some of the worst shooting I

perpetrated in Africa, for I let loose three times at him before



I landed. But land I did, and there was one Lesser Hoodoo broken.

Truly this was our day.



We measured him and started to prepare the trophy, when to us

came Mavrouki and a porter, quite out of breath, but able to tell



us that they had been scouting around and had seen two of the

lions. Then, instead of leaving one up a tree to watch, both had



come pell-mell to tell us all about it. We pointed this out to

them, and called their attention to the fact that the brush was



wide, that lions are not stationary objects, and that, unlike the

leopard, they can change their spots quite readily. However, we



remounted and went to take a look.

Of course there was nothing. So we rode on, rather aimlessly,



weaving in and out of the bushes and open spaces. I think we were

all a little tired from the long day and the excitement, and






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