Dewey County advocate. [volume] (Timber Lake, S.D.) 1910-1913, 1912-05-31
,ptivity. 1t often happens

after short time in captivity. It often happens
this way.
party Of us went out one Sunday after lions
and adopted the novel method of riding them
down on pony-back We had not been out long
before we put up big tawny fellow and imme-
d1ately gave chase There were four Of us in
the party and We soon rounded the lion up in
nne shape. While one Of US fred at him in the
open plain with a revolver. wounding him badly.
ne came TO bay, clawing up the earth in huge
patches with his claws and emitting terrifying
roars.
We closed in upon him from all Sides having
much ado in getting our ponies to face the I'm.
usual situation. One man rode in close and fired
at him with revolver. The lion was wounded
MORALLY for the second time. but sprang saw
agely at him and seized him by the leg. We
were Mortified to see the lion drag him OF his
pony to the ground and rode forward to the res
cue We killed the lion over his body and so
saved his life, but unfortunately efforts were
unavailang. for. after living through an agony
of torture for week or more he died from. gan
creme poisoning.
That It the first and only case where the hunt
ers have suffered from this new and invigorating
form of sport. 1t beats pig-sticking as excit
ing form Of sport and is infinitely moro enervat-
ing than shooting lions by approved methods of
hunting. There Is something in the wild ride
and the attendant risk which is altogether fasci.
mating and irresistible for most men who have
once tried this method Of lion-hunting.
Quite number Of lions have fallen victims
in the field as the result Of this new plan Of at
tack. In fact, the game warden has no less than
four lions to his credit from this method Of kill
ing alone. to say nothing of the numbers which
have fallen to his rife by the accepted form Of
staying.
was in the Sotik country one day. trailing
out to inspect detachment Of my force. who
were on outpost duty. was alone about an
hours march ahead Of my porters and escort and,
It being very hot, decided to sit and rest until
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shady bush a short distance from my trail and
decided that this would be a very suitable spot
to rest. I went over to 1t and threw myself I'M
der its welcome shade. Then I took satisfy
ing drink from my water-bottle and filed my
pipe. must have sat there for an hour,
smoking and thinking Of what should do when
reached London for my six months holiday.
which was within measurable distance.
thought Of no danger and smoked and built
castles in the air. In due course my porters
to sing Justify. Suddenly from behind me some
thing big moved. There was an instant's swish
ing Of the grass and the cracking Of twgs and
then. 10 and behold, big black-maned lion bound
ed away from the other side of the bush! was
too astonished to IRE and could only stare after
II, open-mouthed with establishment
do not know to this day what had really
happened, but suspect that the lion had been
asleep in the shade the other side Of the bush.
as unaware OF my presence as was Of his It
Was certainly rSmaTkdDl0 experience ana g.
laughable one, although. in all conscience, It
might have ended very differently. My native
porters and servants were firmly convinced that
had the evil eye and therefore the lion would not
attack me. Nothing could shake their faith in my
power over the king of beasts" II had known
Of the proximity Of this wonderfully nne speci-
men. should certainly not have sat down and
smoked SO unconcernedly beside the thorn-bush.
At Muhoroni station in the Nyando valley.
near Lake Victoria, in the latter part Of 1904
was taking a stroll out from the camp when the
sun had cooled on in the evening knew that
no lions were ever seen in this vicinity and so
did not bother to take gun with mo. My sport
ing little fox-terrier. "Micky Doolan.s kept me
company
turned my footsteps toward a small stream
about mile and half from the camp On ar
rival at the banks of the almost drfed-up river
l stood for a while watching young reed buck
gambling with its mother. Micky Doolan chased
imaginary rats with deep content. Suddenly the