The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1856-01-17

which saldr Halloo who are you as
plainly as look could speak Instinctively
threw my rifle forward, cooking it at the
same moment, and some seconds Of per-
feet immovableness on each side ensued,
during which was trying to make out
whether he would charge or not. The
study Of physiognomy is doubtless pleas
ant enough on the whole but when your
subject is big male lion, and the ques-
ton depending on the study whether you
be summarriIy smashed or let alone.
why, | confess it becomes las Mr.. Wei
Ter says) too exciting to be pleasant.
How | studied every feature, trying to
detect a change of some sort which gave
me clue 1t came at last he gradual
ly lowered his head, andby the 'wiggling'
motion Of his hind quarters, which could
just spy over his shoulder, / saw he was
gathering his hind legs under him-a sure
indication. What odd things come into
people minds in moments ofperil That
movement brought to my recollection most
vividly bitterly parallel scene in my
aunt's garden at Harrow, where l watched
her cat gathering herself up in an exactly
similar way to pounce on a wretched
sparrow.
The next moment he dashed at me with
hoarse snarl, which sounded as though
a giant had drawn the bow suddenly across
the strings Of stupendous violincello.
fired as he rushed in, aiming as well as /
could at the middle of his forehead AS
l did 50, was swept down with the force
OF an express train, and for few seconds
lost all consciousness.
The first thing was sensible Of, as soon
as began to get my senses together, was
the clear, strong voice of N, calling
to me in the most placid, though earnest
manner:
Lie perfectly still, Walter, it'syour on
ly chance
How my heart leaped at the voice -
Help was at hand, but the very words that
announced it at the same time pointed out
my extreme danger: it needed only the
most moderate exercise of my returning
faculties to understand why.
I was lying on my face among the long
grass at the top of the little steep have
mentioned, l could see nothing, but l
could feel the lion close to me. could
hear his deep, short, angry breath, like
staccato purrs of an enormous cat-could
detect smacking noise, which after
wards found arose from his licking at
stream of blood which flowed down the
side Of his nose, from deep sore on his
forehead given him by my ball-nay, !
could feel his huge tail, as he rolled it an
grily across from side to side, rest for
moment on my back NOW and then.
The bitter anguish of those few years of
moments-well, you can guess all that
Presently I heard the crack of arife on my
left, a sharp whistle close to my head, anda
third on my right, as the shot among the
fur, succeeded by another short, sharp
snarl louder than the frst-another crack,
a sensation like a red hot wire across my
neck, (being at the bottom Of the slope,
they could but just sight the lion over my
head, and N had fired quarter of an
inch too low, another furious snarl, and
then roar-and such a roar-within
yard of my tympanum. never heard
such sound out of anything, living or
dead then three or more shots close to-
gether, and hustle at my side, which
sounded like my neighbor settling down
among the grass and bushes.
Now roll roll for your life !! shou-
ted Ms clear voice again. l was saw
ed the trouble-the dying brute, in his
convulsions giving me kick with his hind
legs which sent me flying down the steep
out of reach of furthur danger