upon me.  I was upon a little height; he caught my shoulder as he sprang, and we both came to the ground below together.  Growling horribly close to my ear, he shook me as a terrier dog does a rat.  The shock produced a stupor similar to that which seems to be felt by a mouse after the first shake of the cat.  It caused a sort of dreaminess, in which there was no sense of pain nor feeling of terror, though quite conscious of all that was happening.  It was like what patients partially under the influence of chloroform describe, who see all the operation, but feel not the knife.

This singular condition was not the result of any mental process.  The shake annihilated fear, and allowed no sense of horror in looking round at the beast.  This peculiar state is probably produced in all animals killed by the carnivora; and if so, is a merciful provision by our benevolent Creator for lessening the pain of death.  Turning round to relieve myself of the weight, as he had one paw on the back of my head, I saw his eyes directed to Mabalwe, who was trying to shoot him at a distance of ten or fifteen yards.  His gun, a flint one, missed fire in both barrels; the lion immediately left me, and, attacking Mebalwe, bit his thigh.  Another man—­whose life I had saved before, after he had been tossed by a buffalo—­attempted to spear the lion while he was biting Mebalwe.  He left Mebalwe and caught this man by the shoulder, but at that moment the bullets he had received took effect, and he fell down dead.  The whole was the work of a few moments, and must have been his paroxysms of dying rage.  In order to take out the charm from him, the Bakatla on the following day made a huge bonfire over the carcass, which was declared to be that of the largest lion they had ever seen.  Besides crunching the bone into splinters, he left eleven teeth wounds on the upper part of my arm.  It was a long time in healing.

The exact position of Lake Ngami had, for half a century at least, been correctly pointed out by the natives, who had visited it when rains were more copious in the desert than in more recent times, and many attempts had been made to reach it by passing through the desert in the direction indicated; but it was found impossible, even for Griquas, who, having some Bushman blood in them, may be supposed more capable of enduring thirst than Europeans.  It was clear, then, that our only chance of success was by going round, instead of through, the desert.

On July 4, 1849, we went forward on horseback toward what we supposed to be the lake, and again and again did we seem to see it; but at last we came to the veritable water of the Zouga, and found it to be a river running to the northeast.  A village of Bakurutse lay on the opposite bank; these live among Batletli, a tribe having a click in their language, and who were found by Sebituane to possess large herds of the great horned cattle.  They seem allied to the Hottentot family.  Mr. Oswell, in trying