The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-09-20
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shelter tent. revolvers, guns and knives took up a good deal of room and ,ncommoded the prim old gentle man. who showed his annoyance.
 Tartarin felt the necessity of impress sing on him. the fact that one does not go lion hunting with only an umbrella.
 Lion hunting said the old gentle man with bland smile. You are Monsleur -"
 "Taratarin Of Tarascon, lion Killer"
 Yours must be a terrible profes- sion." said a photographer who was a fellow passenger T have heard that Monsieur Bombonnel---"
 "oh, yes. the panther killer" said Tartarin disdainfuily. We have hunt ed twenty times together. But panther killing Is only for pastime., It Is not lion hunting"
 The coach stopped just then and the little old gentleman got out. Let me tarin." said he. You are wasting your time here. There are some partners left, but as for lion hunting. that's all over. My friend Chassaing knocked over the last.'
 He saluted and got out.
 Guard" said Tartarin. who is that poor little i.lanikin?"
 "That?" said the guard. Why. that's Monsieur Bombonnel. the panther hunt. er."
 At Milianah Tartarin alighted. He did not like the stage coach after his adventure with Bombonnei He walked up the street and suddenly found him. self face to face with--a lion. a great, splendid Hon, with his tawny mane gleaming in the sun.
 Even Tartarin could not resist the impulse tc leap back. He cried out, and the lion. hearing the noise. took up a small wooden bowl in his great jaws and held 1t out humbly. A pass ing Arab tossed a copper into 1t, and Tartarin saw that 1t was poor. tafne. blind lion which was being led through the town by tho negroes. armed with slaves.
 Besides the lion Tartarin found an- other unexpected creature In Milianah. It was the Montenegrin prince. who had followed him. bent. as he declared. on keeping the illustrious Tartarin com pany in lion killing
 oh. France. France" was all the gratifsd Tartan could utter.
 The next day they sallied forth and bought a camel to bear their arsenal and the patent tent and saucepans and foods. The Arabs suggested donkeys. but Tartarin's soul rebelled at anything so un-orienta1.
 He mounted the beast and made most successful and impressive start; but had not gone a mile before he was as seasick as he had been on the Aou- ave. France. France" he gasped. must get off or shall disgrace Francew
 Thereafter they walked. They walk ed for days But there were no lions. Every night Tartarin went into ambush for three or four hours; but no lions.
 one evening, however. Tartarin fan cied that he heard that wondrous roar ing to which he had so often listened behind the menagerte. The camel be- gan to tremble. The dogs began to howl. quick, Quick!" said Tartarin. ITO the ambush"
 As a measure of prudence he intrust- cd 10 the prince his pocketbook full of bank notes and precious papers which he feared might get torn by the lions taions If they got in close quarters Then he repaired to clump of laurel with one knee on the ground. his rife ready and his hunting knife stuck in the sand Tn front of him.
 There were a thousand mysterious sounds in that African thicket. Rowing creatures trod softly near him with velvety pads Jackals yeiped. The branches swayed and moved. Never theless Tartarin held out for an hour. and thea anothe- hour. But heroism has it's limits. He heard the rolling of pebbles and the sound of great paws.