William Cotton Oswell, hunter and explorer; the story of his life, with certain correspondence and extracts from the private journal of David Livingstone, hitherto unpublished; . the first three hundred miles of the journey, whichexperience had taught them to expect. He removed the oneobjection by presenting them with a new wagon, and theother by volunteering to precede them by several marchesover the driest part of the route and clear the old wellsand dig fresh ones. The offer was gratefully accepted,and the Livingstones followed on April 24. Mr. Oswell, writes the Doctor to the London Missio
William Cotton Oswell, hunter and explorer; the story of his life, with certain correspondence and extracts from the private journal of David Livingstone, hitherto unpublished; . the first three hundred miles of the journey, whichexperience had taught them to expect. He removed the oneobjection by presenting them with a new wagon, and theother by volunteering to precede them by several marchesover the driest part of the route and clear the old wellsand dig fresh ones. The offer was gratefully accepted,and the Livingstones followed on April 24. Mr. Oswell, writes the Doctor to the London Mission-ary Society, from Boatlanama, on April 30, is unweariedin his kindnesses, for all which may God bless him. Meanwhile he had arrived at Lupapi and dug wells AFRICA: FIFTH EXPEDITION 233 there for the Livingstones. Whilst waiting for them tocome up with him he had an adventure which nearly costhim his life : The dogs had brought a lioness to bay, and I gotwithin thirty yards, but from the thickness of the bushcould see neither them nor her. I shifted my positiononce or twice in the hope of making out what was goingon, standing up in my stirrups and looking for an opening,. DROVE HER FRONT CLAWS WELL INTO THE HORSE S QUARTERS. that I might dismount and get a shot. Suddenly thebarking of the dogs and the snapping snarl of the lionessceased, and I thought she had broken bay and gone on,but in a second I heard a roar on the horses right quarter,in a different direction from that into which I had beenpeering, and looking round, saw her, with her mouth open,clearing a rather high patch of bush twenty yards fromme. There was no time to get off the horse and no pos-sibility of a shot from his back, for the charge was on his 234 WILLIAM COTTON OSWELL right flank, and you cannot shoot to the right. I did theonly thing that I could—jammed the spurs in and tried tomake a gallop of it; but my follower was too close, andbefore I could get up full speed I heard her strike theground heavily
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