another onset; but a well-directed shot discharged by the supercargo proved fatal to the proud and defiant creature, who fell near her dead companion. The steamer now ran along the bank, and the prey was brought on board. They were three lionesses, and in one were found four cubs. But the excitement was not to end so suddenly. All agreed that the male lion must be near. Every eye was on the watch. Each inlet and islet was carefully scanned. The glass was brought to bear on each moving object. Nor was the search in vain, for within a mile from the scene of the first encounter, an enormous male lion was seen a thousand yards ahead and two hundred yards inland. He was on a small island, crouching among the bushes. At first he was taken to be a dog, as an Arab encampment was near the spot; but the glass revealed the fact that he was an immense male lion, whose three companions had been slain in his absence. His mane was long and thick, and, when discovered, he was leisurely wagging his bushy tail. A shot aroused him; a second ball, falling near him, made him furious; and, with a thundering roar and a mighty bound, he charged at the ship, and proudly stood at the edge of the islet, as if defying any one to land. His appearance was frightful to behold. A ball struck him on the fore-leg, which caused him to retreat; but on be ing hit on the hind-quarter by a second shot, he instantly returned to the edge of the bank, and presented an aspect of the utmost rage. There was something grand and terrible in his attitude. He was the impersonation of fury. His eyes glared like balls of fire. He shook his mane in terror, and with his tail he lashed his sides in anger. Frantic from pain, his roar was terrible, and sent a sense of horror to the soul. Though severely wounded, he remained undaunted, and seemed to challenge his pursuers