. African game trails. Hunting. 200 AFRICAN GAME TRAILS toward where the man was pointing. Tarhon took his big double-barrel and advised me to take mine, as the sun had just set and it was Hkely to be close work; but I shook my head, for the Winchester .405 is, at least for me per- sonally, the "medicine gun" for lions. In another mo- ment up she jumped, and galloped slowly down the other side of the donga, switching her tail and growling; I scram- bled across the donga, and just before she went round a clump of trees, eighty yards off, I fired. The bullet hit her fair, and going for
. African game trails. Hunting. 200 AFRICAN GAME TRAILS toward where the man was pointing. Tarhon took his big double-barrel and advised me to take mine, as the sun had just set and it was Hkely to be close work; but I shook my head, for the Winchester .405 is, at least for me per- sonally, the "medicine gun" for lions. In another mo- ment up she jumped, and galloped slowly down the other side of the donga, switching her tail and growling; I scram- bled across the donga, and just before she went round a clump of trees, eighty yards off, I fired. The bullet hit her fair, and going forward injuBed her spine. Over she rolled, growling savagely, and dragged herself into the water- course; and running forward I finished her with two \ ??"''^•^??fck bullets be- ^^^H^H^^^Hi? hind the shou Ider. She was a big, fat lion- Extreme form of Roberts' gazelle „„_ VPrv olH From a photograph by Edmund Helter . With two cubs inside her; her lower canines were much worn and injured. She was very heavy, and probably weighed con- siderably over three hundred pounds. The light was growing dim, and camp was eight or ten miles away. The porters—they are always much ex- cited over the death of a lion—^wished to carry the body whole to camp, and I let them try. While they were lashing it to a pole another lion began to moan hungrily half a mile away. Then we started; there was no moon, but the night was clear and we could guide ourselves by the stars. The porters staggered under their heavy load, and we made slow progress; most of the time Tarlton and I walked, with our double-barrels in our hands, for it was a dan- gerous neighborhood. Again and again we heard lions, and. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Roosevelt, Theodore, 1858-1919. New York, C. Scribner's sons
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