This one, however, made a distinct impression.

Williams saw it one day and wounded it at two hundred yards.

The lion charged and could not be stopped by Williams' bullets.

It was only after it had leaped on the hunter and frightfully mauled him that the lion succumbed to its wounds.
And it was only after months of suffering that Williams finally recovered from the mauling.
We felt that if Frederick Selous, the world's greatest big game hunter, could not find the lion, then our chances were somewhat slim.
[Drawing: _Lion Hunting in Tall Grass_] There had been few parties in this district since McMillan's party left.
Captain Ashton came in two months before us, and we met him on his way out.

With him was Captain Black, a professional elephant hunter, who, three years before, on the Aberdare, had had a bad experience with an elephant.