The camel was now brought to the spot and blindfolded, while we endeavored to secure the lion upon its back.
As the camel knelt, it required the united exertions of eight men, including myself, to raise the ponderous animal and to secure it across the saddle.
Although so active and cat-like in its movements, a full-grown lion weighs about five hundred and fifty pounds.

Having secured it we shortly arrived in camp.

The COUP D'OEIL was beautiful, as the camel entered the enclosure with the shaggy head and massive paws of the dead lion hanging upon one flank, while the tail nearly descended to the ground upon the opposite side.

It was laid at full length before my wife, to whom the claws were dedicated as a trophy to be worn around the neck as a talisman.

Not only are the claws prized by the Arabs, but the mustache of the lion is carefully preserved and sewn in a leather envelope, to be worn as an amulet; such a charm is supposed to protect the wearer from the attacks of wild animals.
We were now destined to be deprived of two members of the party.