There was no mistaking their origin; only a lion could make such a noise as that.

We all jumped up and looked towards the water, in the direction of which we saw a confused mass, yellow and black in colour, staggering and struggling towards us.

We seized our rifles, and slipping on our veldtschoons, that is shoes made of untanned hide, ran out of the scherm.

By this time the mass had fallen, and was rolling over and over on the ground, and when we reached the spot it struggled no longer, but lay quite still.
Now we saw what it was.

On the grass there lay a sable antelope bull--the most beautiful of all the African antelopes--quite dead, and transfixed by its great curved horns was a magnificent black-maned lion, also dead.