Evening star., 1922-12-17

successfully holding off all corners.
AS the hunter began shooting the
two others tried to slip out from the
way that they had come, but were
easily dispatched.
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THE last shooting I did at the
i black name made by head ache
Stewart and my gunbearer gave the
dogs the water that was in the last
rubber boot and We all started up to
see the big black name, pacing the
distance as We went.
Nearly every one present thought
he had hit him at least once or twice.
One thought it was his shot that
knocked him down the first time and
another thought he was the one that
knocked him down the second time.
One of the party thought his skin
would have so many bullet holes in
it that it would be cut almost into
ribbons. Two skinners were first TO
find him He had fallen In fairly long
grass. They laid him on his back
and began work, but we all wanted
to count the bullet holes, so they laid
him back on his side again.
There was just one hole on that
side, about four inches back from
the shoulder. Several Of the party
thought that shot was the one that
knocked him down when he was
coming up to rise and my bullet that
killed him would be found in his
heavy name.
We turned him over and there was
no hole on the other side at all, but
the bullet was seen bulging out
against the skin.
1t had gone clear through the lion
and lodged against his skin on the
other side.
We sat down until the skinners
skinned around and released the bull
let 1t was a soft-nose and had
mushroomed to five or six times Its
original size. AS I glanced at the
bullet l could see on the butt OF it,
"Rigby 35o.'
Others noticed it and canvass was
taken to see how many were shoot
ing $50 Rigby.
All of the Kings Riflemen were
shooting 9 nm. Mausers. Mr.. Woos-
man and Mr. Bowker were both shoot
ing 266 Manlichers. The three white
hunters had 9 nm. Manlichers and
Roy Stewart was shooting a 40 EN-
press rifle.
As my rifle was the only $50 Rigby
in the crowd, and as there was no
other bullet hole in him, there was
no doubt as to who had killed the
lion.
We returned to the station. but by
that time my head was aching so
fiercely that could hardly see and
soon I became delirious with a high
fever. Mr.. Woosman made haste to
getme back to where I could receive
medical attention.
The baboo, or station master. begged
us to stay and kill more lions. He
feared the man-eater was still at
large. Mr. Woosman told him it was
necessary to go at once on account
of the sickness of one of the hunters
and that If the man-eater was ever
heard of again we would surely re-
turn, but the man-eater was heard of
no more. We killed the right one
first.
Upon reaching Nairo I was turned
over to DR.. Lumm. who was employed
by the government, and I was soon
feeling fit and fine again.
The doctor must have done a good
job, as I was never ill again during
the four years that followed which
spent in the country;
y 4 4
IN writing of the headache I en-
i dured and the sufferings of the
dogs in the terrible heat am re-
minded of the time I met a real
"caveman" 1t was while I was re-
connoitering with Lord Stafford (now
the Duke of Sutherland). The cave
man" apparently was huntsman OF
the Derobo tribe, and, in exchange
for Il good hunting knife which l
gave him, showed us pool of spark
ling water we probably would not
have found without him.
The Dorobo lived in a cave high up
in the slopes of Syswa, the largest
crater in the. world. In order to reach
his abode he had to climb large tree,
swing himself out on long limb that
would bend down and deposit him close
to the entrance Of the cave.
After, entering his cave there were
passages leading far back into the rock.
In one room there was small opening
in the top.
In rsi1y weather when he came in