Sometimes we remained in one camp a day or more in order to search the lion retreats more thoroughly, but never a black-maned lion was routed from his lair.

A few weeks later, when the dry grass had been burned to make way for new grass, as is done each year, the chances would be greatly improved, and we hoped for better luck when we retraced our steps from Elgon in December.

Before that time it would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack to find a lion in the tall grass, and a good deal more dangerous if we did find one.

There were lots of them there, but they were taking excellent care of themselves.

In July, three months previous, Mr.McMillan, Mr.Selous, and Mr.Williams were in this same district after black-maned lions.
They heard them every night, but saw only one in several weeks.