In wildest Africa : the record of a hunting and exploration trip through Uganda, Victoria Nyanza, the Kilimanjaro region and British East Africa, with an account of an ascent of the snowfields of Mount Kibo, in East Central Africa, and a description of the various native tribes . alluring horror. We slept until four oclock and heard no voicenor sound. We started the caravan a little afterfour and the moon was shining so clearly that italmost seemed like day. As yet everything wasas quiet as the dim aisles of a cathedral. The cara-van started. Mr. Dutkewich took the wagons acrossthe river, whil
In wildest Africa : the record of a hunting and exploration trip through Uganda, Victoria Nyanza, the Kilimanjaro region and British East Africa, with an account of an ascent of the snowfields of Mount Kibo, in East Central Africa, and a description of the various native tribes . alluring horror. We slept until four oclock and heard no voicenor sound. We started the caravan a little afterfour and the moon was shining so clearly that italmost seemed like day. As yet everything wasas quiet as the dim aisles of a cathedral. The cara-van started. Mr. Dutkewich took the wagons acrossthe river, while I went down to a ford and waitedfor the dawn, hoping to find an antelope and bringit home for breakfast. We had started withoutfood, drinking only a cup of coffee. I sat down beside the river with my tent boySalim. In a short time the jungle began to I heard the chirp of an insect, then the squawkof a parrot, the snarl of a leopard, the moaning wailof a hyena and last of all, and only a hundred feetaway, the ominous growl of a lion. I asked the boy What is it? He answered Shimba, Bwana (the lion, master). I was thor-oughly aroused. I had heard how dangerous thelion is when he is wounded. I had never met a wildlion before, and had only a .303 rifle with Across the Serengeti Plain 161 Again I asked the boy: What kind of a Hon ? I was merely talking to keep my courage up. Theboy replied: I think, master, lady lion with twochicks. A lioness with two cubs; that is, the mostdangerous antagonist one can find in the whole ofAfrica. There was an old wooden bridge near me, and Iresolved to creep up under the bridge where I couldget a better shot, and if I missed, escape the terribleclaws of the lion when it leaped. As the boy andI kept advancing toward the bridge, the growls be-came more angry when-the savage beast saw thatsome unknown foe was approaching. It began toretreat, however, and as soon as I got under thebridge, I took a good aim and fired at its a
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