The Leopard Woman

Book Excerpt: e of them, and pointed it out, just at the edge of the narrow border of softer mud. "There is the lion," said he. "A big one. He was here this morning. But no buffalo, bwana; and no elephant." The water in the pool was muddy and foul. Thousands of animals drank from it daily; and after drinking had stood or wallowed in it. The flavour would be rich of the barnyard, which even a strong infusion of tea could not disguise. Kingozi had often been forced to worse; but here he...
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Book Excerpt: e of them, and pointed it out, just at the edge of the narrow border of softer mud. "There is the lion," said he. "A big one. He was here this morning. But no buffalo, bwana; and no elephant." The water in the pool was muddy and foul. Thousands of animals drank from it daily; and after drinking had stood or wallowed in it. The flavour would be rich of the barnyard, which even a strong infusion of tea could not disguise. Kingozi had often been forced to worse; but here he hoped for better. The safari had dumped down the loads at the top of the bank, and were resting in utter relaxation. The march was over, and they waited. Bwana Kingozi threw off the carefully calculated listless slouch that had conserved his strength for an unknown goal. His work was not yet done. "Simba," he directed, "go that way, down the river[1] and look for another pool--of good water. Take the big rifle." [Footnote 1: Every watercourse with any water at all, even in occasional Read More