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HOW I FOUGHT A LIONFINALLY SAVED MY
LIFE, BtJT LOST SOME FINGERS
Editor's Note George Thompson
is an American soldier of fortune who
has sought adventure in many lands
and is a master of many trades. He
is now living the simple life as cook
on a Great Lakes steamer: This is a
true story of an experience he had
on a recent hunting trip, which rec
onciled him to a cook's life.
By George Thompson.
I've had enough of hunting big
game, whether to shoot it or to trap
it The little mix-up I had with a
lion in East Africa last December has
settled the matter. I don't care to
furnish any more of my own meat
for hungry lionesses and such.
Our expedition was out to capture
animals for circuses and zoos, and
we were working south of Nairobi.
We had caught plenty of hyenas and
other small animals, but wanted a
-few lions and tigers and a rhino or
We made pitfalls in the jungle, set
the traps and made the rounds, and
on the first round, got three full
grown lions and a lioness. We caged
them and. sent them liack to camp
and proceeded through the hills on
Suddenly, as our party moved
through the dense, thorn-covered
bushes, the men in front heard a
growl and saw a lioness crouching
in the brush, with three fat cubs
romping near her. One of the hunt
ers shot her with an express rifle
and she toppled over. They took the
cubs alive and went on, leaving" two
natives to skin the lioness.
I was bringing up in the rear when
I heard a shriek from one of the
natives. The next moment the bushes
behind me crackled and as I turned
there stood the lioness, blleeding from
a gash in her throat The bullet had
not killed ier, and at the touch of the
knife, when they started to skin her,
she had leaped up, killing one native
and scaring the other away.
Before I had time to bring my rifle
to my shoulder the beast let out a
roar and leaped for me. I saw her
huge form fly into the air, her paws
outstretched and.her fangs gleaming.
I never had a chance. I didn't even
yell, for in a moment she struck me,
knocking me to the ground. I felt my
gun dashed from my hand and every
thing grew black.
I came to in a few moments. And
there was the lioness crouching over
me, biting at the tough cloth of my
hunting coat I could feel her hot
breath. Her body rested against
mine and I couldn't move.
I was paralyzed at first and then
my mind started working. I shut my
eyes, pretending I was dead, and
slowtyv without attracting the atten
tion of the animal, I managed to draw
my heavy caliber revolver from its
holster. I twisted it till the muzzle
pressed against her belly and pulled
With a howl of ,pain she leaped
straight into the air. She landed on
her feet, and while she stood a mo
ment glowering at me I half rose and
fired again, The shot failed to drop
her and all at once she rushed for
ward, mouth open, and snapped at
my right hand.
As' her jaws closed on my hand and
the smoking revolver I pulled the
trigger again. And this time the
weapon discharged inside the beasts
mouth did terrible execution. She
toppled over dead, with my hand still
in her bloody jaws.
In a few minutes my companions
came running up and carried me to
camp. I wasn't hurt so very much.
I had only lost a couple of fingers
and got the rest of my hand scarred
But so far as I'm concerned, all
the circuses and zoos in creation can
'get along -without animals, forester,.
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