“Next instant I regretted it, for all of a sudden I heard a roar and saw something yellow flash past me and light on poor Kaptein.  Then came a bellow of agony from the ox, and a crunch as the lion put his teeth through the poor brute’s neck, and I began to understand what had happened.  My rifle was in the waggon, and my first thought was to get hold of it, and I turned and made a bolt for it.  I got my foot on the wheel and flung my body forward on to the waggon, and there I stopped as if I were frozen, and no wonder, for as I was about to spring up I heard the lion behind me, and next second I felt the brute, ay, as plainly as I can feel this table.  I felt him, I say, sniffing at my left leg that was hanging down.

“My word!  I did feel queer; I don’t think that I ever felt so queer before.  I dared not move for the life of me, and the odd thing was that I seemed to lose power over my leg, which developed an insane sort of inclination to kick out of its own mere motion—­just as hysterical people want to laugh when they ought to be particularly solemn.  Well, the lion sniffed and sniffed, beginning at my ankle and slowly nosing away up to my thigh.  I thought that he was going to get hold then, but he did not.  He only growled softly, and went back to the ox.  Shifting my head a little I got a full view of him.  He was about the biggest lion I ever saw,—­and I have seen a great many, and he had a most tremendous black mane.  What his teeth were like you can see—­look there, pretty big ones, ain’t they?  Altogether he was a magnificent animal, and as I lay sprawling on the fore tongue of the waggon, it occurred to me that he would look uncommonly well in a cage.  He stood there by the carcass of poor Kaptein, and deliberately disembowelled him as neatly as a butcher could have done.  All this while I dared not move, for he kept lifting his head and keeping an eye on me as he licked his bloody chops.  When he had cleaned Kaptein out he opened his mouth and roared, and I am not exaggerating when I say that the sound shook the waggon.  Instantly there came back an answering roar.

“‘Heavens!’ I thought, ‘there is his mate.’

“Hardly was the thought out of my head when I caught sight in the moonlight of the lioness bounding along through the long grass, and after her a couple of cubs about the size of mastiffs.  She stopped within a few feet of my head, and stood, and waved her tail, and fixed me with her glowing yellow eyes; but just as I thought that it was all over she turned and began to feed on Kaptein, and so did the cubs.  There were the four of them within eight feet of me, growling and quarrelling, rending and tearing, and crunching poor Kaptein’s bones; and there I lay shaking with terror, and the cold perspiration pouring out of me, feeling like another Daniel come to judgment in a new sense of the phrase.  Presently the cubs had eaten their fill, and began to get restless.  One went round to the back of the waggon and pulled