The lion turned a back somersault and a great thrill of exultation suffused me.

Already I saw the handsomely mounted lion-skin rug ornamenting my den at home.

We approached cautiously, always remembering that the real danger of lion hunting comes after the lion has been shot.

We threw stones in the grass where he had lain, but no answering growl was heard.

I thought he was dead, but when we finally reached the spot where he had been there was no sign of him.