. 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 likely 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 tall and growling; I scram- bled across the donga, and just before she went round a clump of trees, eighty off, I fired. The bullet hit her fair, and going
. 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 likely 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 tall and growling; I scram- bled across the donga, and just before she went round a clump of trees, eighty off, I fired. The bullet hit her fair, and going forward Injured her spine. Over she rolled, growling savagely, and dragged herself into the water- course; and running forward I finished. "^.,^\\^'* Extreme form of Roberts' gazelle ProjH a photograph by Edmund Heller her with two bullets be- hind the shou Ider. She was a big, fat lion- ess, very old, 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 poJe 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, London, Syndicate publishing company
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