His spoils are worthless.

His skin sells for but little, and he yields no other trophy of any value.
As hunting him is attended with great danger, and the hunter, as already stated, may avoid him if he wishes, but few lions would be destroyed, were it not for a certain offensive habit to which they are addicted-- that of robbing the vee-boor of his horses and his cattle.

This brings a new passion into play,--the vengeance of the farmer; and with such a motive to urge on the hunt, the lion in some parts is chased with great zeal and assiduity.
But where there are no cattle-farms, no such motive exists; and there but little interest is felt in the chase of this animal.

Nay, what is still stranger: the Bushmen and other poor wandering tribes do not kill the lion at all, or very seldom.

They do not regard him with feelings of hostility.