Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1912-11-03

blood and flesh, and they were fit for any
fatigue or danger.
Their faces were proud, cruel, fearless; as
they ran they moved with long springy
strides. Their head-dresses were fantastic;
they carried ox-hide shields painted with
strange devices; and each bore in his right
hand the formidable war spear, used both
for stabbing and for throwing at close
quarters.
The narrow spear heads OF soft iron were
FURNISHED till they shone like silver; they
were four feet long, and the point and edges
were razor sharp. The wooden haft ap-
peared for but a few inches the leng butt
was also Of iron, ending in spike, so that
the spear looked almost solid metal. Yet
each sinewy warrior carried his heavy
weapon as if it were toy twrlng it till it
glinted in the sun rays.
Herds of game, red hartebeests and strip
ed zebra and wild swine, fled right and left
before the advance OF the line.
Bringing the Quarry to Bay
1t was noon before we reached wide,
shallow valley, with beds of rushes here and
there in the middle, and on either side high
grass and dwarfed and scattered thorn trees.
Down this we beat for couple of miles.
Then, suddenly, named lion rose quarter
of mile ahead of the line and galloped off
through the high grass to the right and all
of us on horseback tore after him.
He was magnificent BEAST with a black
and tawny name; in his prime, teeth and
claws perfect, with mighty thews. and saw
age heart. He was lying near hartebeest
on which he had been feastng; his life had
been one unbroken career of rapine and vio-
lence; and now the named master of the will
derness, the terror that stalked by night the
grim lord OF slaughter, was to meet his
doom at the hands of the only foes who
dared modest him.
1t was a mile before we brought him to
bay. Then the Dutch farmer, Mouton, who
had not even rifle, but who rode foremost
was almost on him; he halted and turned
under a low thorn-tree, and we galloped
past him to the opposite side, to hold him
until the spearmen could come.
1t was sore temptation to shoot him
but of course I'VE could not break faith with
our Nandi friends. We were only some &C
yards from him, and we watched him with
Our rifles ready, lest he should charge either
us or the first two Or three spearmen before
their companions arrived,
The Crowded Moment Begins
One by one the spearmen came up, at q
run, and gradually began to form ring
round him. Each, when he came neal
enough, crouched behind his shield, his
spear in his right hand, his fierce, eager face
peering over the shield rim.
AS man followed man. the lion rose to hi:
feet His name bristled his tail dashed, he
held his head low, the upper lip now droop
ing over the jaws. now drawn up so as te
show the CLEAN of the long fangs. He faced
first one way and then another, and never
ceased to utter his murderous granting
roarS.
1t was a wild sight; the ring of spearmen
intent, silent bent on blood, and in the cen
ter the great man-killing beast his thunder
Gus wrath growing ever more dangerous.
At last the tense ring was complete, ant
the spearmen rose and closed in. The liol
looked quickly from side to side, saw wher,
the line was thinnest, and charged at its top
most speed The crowded moment began
With shields held steady and quiverins
spears poised, the men in front braced them
selves for the rush and the shock; and from
either hand the warriors sprang forward t,
take their foe in flank.
Bounding ahead of his fellows the leade
it may not always be the controlling able
lii.