“My South African Journal is now before me, and I have got hold of the account of the lion and buffalo affair; here it is:  ’15th September, 1846.  Oswell and I were riding this afternoon along the banks of the Limpopo, when a waterbuck started in front of us.  I dismounted, and was following it through the jungle, when three buffaloes got up, and, after going a little distance, stood still, and the nearest bull turned round and looked at me.  A ball from the two-ouncer crashed into his shoulder, and they all three made off.  Oswell and I followed as soon as I had reloaded, and when we were in sight of the buffalo, and gaining on him at every stride, three lions leaped on the unfortunate brute; he bellowed most lustily as he kept up a kind of running fight, but he was, of course, soon overpowered and pulled down.  We had a fine view of the struggle, and saw the lions on their hind legs tearing away with teeth and claws in most ferocious style.  We crept up within thirty yards, and, kneeling down, blazed away at the lions.  My rifle was a single barrel, and I had no spare gun.  One lion fell dead almost on the buffalo; he had merely time to turn toward us, seize a bush with his teeth, and drop dead with the stick in his jaws.  The second made off immediately; and the third raised his head, coolly looked round for a moment, then went on tearing and biting at the carcass as hard as ever.  We retired a short distance to load, then again advanced and fired.  The lion made off, but a ball that he received ought to have stopped him, as it went clean through his shoulder-blade.  He was followed up and killed, after having charged several times.  Both lions were males.  It is not often that one bags a brace of lions and a bull buffalo in about ten minutes.  It was an exciting adventure, and I shall never forget it.’

“Such, my dear Livingstone, is the plain unvarnished account.  The buffalo had, of course, gone close to where the lions were lying down for the day; and they, seeing him lame and bleeding, thought the opportunity too good a one to be lost.

   “Ever yours, Frank Vardon.”

In general the lion seizes the animal he is attacking by the flank near the hind leg, or by the throat below the jaw.  It is questionable whether he ever attempts to seize an animal by the withers.  The flank is the most common point of attack, and that is the part he begins to feast on first.  The natives and lions are very similar in their tastes in the selection of tit-bits:  an eland may be seen disemboweled by a lion so completely that he scarcely seems cut up at all.  The bowels and fatty parts form a full meal for even the largest lion.  The jackal comes sniffing about, and sometimes suffers for his temerity by a stroke from the lion’s paw laying him dead.  When gorged, the lion falls fast asleep, and is then easily dispatched.  Hunting a lion with dogs involves very little danger as compared with hunting the Indian tiger, because the dogs bring him out of cover and make him stand at bay, giving the hunter plenty of time for a good deliberate shot.