The Green Forest tribune., 1912-05-24

after a 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 ponyback. We had not been out long before we put up' big tawny fellow and imme- dlately gave chase. There were four of us in the party and We soon rounded the lion up in me shape While one of fired at him in the open plain with a revolver, wounding him badly, he came to bay, clawng 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 ponies to face the usual situation One rode in close and fired at him with a revolver. The lion was wounded mortally for the second time, but sprang say agey at him and seized him by the leg, We were mortified to See the lion drag him off his pony to the ground and rode forward to the cue We killed the lion his body and so saved his life, but unfortunately our efforts were unavailing, for, after living through an agony of torture for a week or more, he died from gan grene poisoning
 That it the first and only case where the hunt CTS have suffered from this and invigorating form of sport. It beats pig-stcking as an excit- ing form of sport and is infinitely 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- hating and irresistible for most men who have 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
 I in the Sotk country day, trailing out to inspect a detachment of my force. who were on outpost duty. 1 was alone about an hours march ahead of my porters and escort and, it being very hot, decided to sit and rest until my caravan up with me. I saw large and shady bush short distance from my trail and decided that this would be very suitable spot to rest I went over to it and threw myself der its welcome shade. Then I. took satisfy ing drink from my waterbottle and filled my pipe I must have sat there for over hour, smoking and thinking of what I should do when I reached London for my six months holiday. which was within measurable distance.
 I thought of danger and smoked and built castles in the air. In due course my porters hove in sight and they approached they began to sing Justify. Suddenly from behind me some thing big moved There instants swish ing of the grass and the cracking of twigs and then, To and behold, big black-maned lion bound ed away from the other side of the bush! too astonshed to fire and could only stare after 1t, open-mouthed with astonishment.
 I do not know to this day what had really happened, but I susrect that the lion had been asleep in the shade the other side of the bush. as unaware of my presence as l was of his. It d Imaginable 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" If I had known of the proximity of this wonderfully fine speci- men. should certainly not have sat down and smoked so unconcernedly beside the thorn-bush.
 At Muhoroni station in the Nyando valley. Lake Victoria, in the latter part of 1904 taking stroll out from the camp when the sun had cooled off in the evening I knew that no lions seen in this vicinity and so did not bother to take gun with me. My sport ing little fox-terrier, 'Mcky Doolan" kept company
 turned my footsteps toward small stream about mile and half from the camp On ar rival at the banks of the almost dried-up river, I stood for while watching young reed buck gambling with its mother Micky Dooan chased imaginary rats with deep content Suddenly the