Suddenly, from the direction of the water came sounds of violent scuffling, and next instant there broke upon our ears a succession of the most awful roars.  There was no mistaking their origin; only a lion could make such a noise as that.  We all jumped up and looked towards the water, in the direction of which we saw a confused mass, yellow and black in colour, staggering and struggling towards us.  We seized our rifles, and slipping on our veldtschoons, that is shoes made of untanned hide, ran out of the scherm.  By this time the mass had fallen, and was rolling over and over on the ground, and when we reached the spot it struggled no longer, but lay quite still.

Now we saw what it was.  On the grass there lay a sable antelope bull—­ the most beautiful of all the African antelopes—­quite dead, and transfixed by its great curved horns was a magnificent black-maned lion, also dead.  Evidently what had happened was this:  The sable antelope had come down to drink at the pool where the lion—­no doubt the same which we had heard—­was lying in wait.  While the antelope drank, the lion had sprung upon him, only to be received upon the sharp curved horns and transfixed.  Once before I saw a similar thing happen.  Then the lion, unable to free himself, had torn and bitten at the back and neck of the bull, which, maddened with fear and pain, had rushed on until it dropped dead.

As soon as we had examined the beasts sufficiently we called the Kafirs, and between us managed to drag their carcases up to the scherm.  After that we went in and lay down, to wake no more till dawn.

With the first light we were up and making ready for the fray.  We took with us the three eight-bore rifles, a good supply of ammunition, and our large water-bottles, filled with weak cold tea, which I have always found the best stuff to shoot on.  After swallowing a little breakfast we started, Umbopa, Khiva, and Ventvoegel accompanying us.  The other Kafirs we left with instructions to skin the lion and the sable antelope, and to cut up the latter.

We had no difficulty in finding the broad elephant trail, which Ventvoegel, after examination, pronounced to have been made by between twenty and thirty elephants, most of them full-grown bulls.  But the herd had moved on some way during the night, and it was nine o’clock, and already very hot, before, by the broken trees, bruised leaves and bark, and smoking droppings, we knew that we could not be far from them.

Presently we caught sight of the herd, which numbered, as Ventvoegel had said, between twenty and thirty, standing in a hollow, having finished their morning meal, and flapping their great ears.  It was a splendid sight, for they were only about two hundred yards from us.  Taking a handful of dry grass, I threw it into the air to see how the wind was; for if once they winded us I knew they would be off before we could get a shot.  Finding that, if anything, it blew from the elephants to us, we crept on stealthily, and thanks to the cover managed to get within forty yards or so of the great brutes.  Just in front of us, and broadside on, stood three splendid bulls, one of them with enormous tusks.  I whispered to the others that I would take the middle one; Sir Henry covering the elephant to the left, and Good the bull with the big tusks.