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He crouched near a bush forty yards away； and was switching his tail。 I had heard that this was a sure premonition of an instant charge； but I had not before realized exactly what 〃switching the tail〃 meant。 I had thought of it as a slow sweeping from side to side； after the manner of the domestic cat。 This lion's tail was whirling perpendicularly from right to left； and from left to right with the speed and energy of a flail actuated by a particularly instantaneous kind of machinery。 I could see only the outline of the head and this vigorous tail； but I took instant aim and let drive。 The whole affair sank out of sight。
We made a detour around the dead lion without stopping to examine him； shouting to one of the men to stay and watch the carcass。 Billy alone seemed uninfected with the now prevalent idea that we were likely to find lions almost anywhere。 Her skepticism was justified。 We found no more lions； but another miracle took place for all that。 We ran across the second imbecile gerenuk； and B。 collected it！ These two were the only ones we ever got within decent shot of； and they sandwiched themselves neatly with lions。 Truly； it WAS our day。
After a time we gave it up； and went back to measure and photograph our latest prize。 It proved to be a male； maneless； two inches shorter than that killed by B。； and three feet five and one half inches tall at the shoulder。 My bullet had reached the brain just over the left eye。
Now； toward sunset； we headed definitely toward camp。 The long shadows and beautiful lights of evening were falling across the hills far the other side the Isiola。 A little breeze with a touch of coolness breathed down from distant unseen Kenia。 We plodded on through the grass quite happily； noting the different animals coming out to the cool of the evening。 The line of brush that marked the course of the Isiola came imperceptibly nearer until we could make out the white gleam of the porters' tents and wisps of smoke curling upward。
Then a small black mass disengaged itself from the camp and came slowly across the prairie in our direction。 As it approached we made it out to be our Monumwezis； twenty strong。 The news of the lions had reached them； and they were coming to meet us。 They were huddled in a close knot； their heads inclined toward the centre。 Each man carried upright a peeled white wand。 They moved in absolute unison and rhythm； on a slanting zigzag in our direction： first three steps to the right； then three to the left； with a strong stamp of the foot between。 Their bodies swayed together。 Sulimani led them； dancing backward； his wand upheld。
〃Sheeka！〃 he enunciated in a piercing half whistle。
And the swaying men responded in chorus； half hushed； rumbling； with strong aspiration。
〃Goom zoop！ goom zoop！〃
When fifty yards from us； however； the formation broke and they rushed us with a yell。 Our horses plunged in astonishment； and we had hard work to prevent their bolting； small blame to 'em！ The men surrounded us； shaking our hands frantically。 At once they appropriated everything we or our gunbearers carried。 One who got left otherwise insisted on having Billy's parasol。 Then we all broke for camp at full speed； yelling like fiends； firing our revolvers in the air。 It was a grand entry； and a grand reception。 The rest of the camp poured out with wild shouts。 The dark forms thronged about us； teeth flashing； arms waving。 And in the background； under the shadows of the trees were the Monumwezis； their formation regained； close gathered； heads bent； two steps swaying to the right…stamp！ two steps swaying to the left…stamp！…the white wands gleaming； and the rumble of their lion song rolling in an undertone：
〃Goom zoop！ goom zoop！〃
XV。 THE LION DANCE
We took our hot baths and sat down to supper most gratefully； for we were tired。 The long string of men； bearing each a log of wood； filed in from the darkness to add to our pile of fuel。 Saa…sita and Shamba knelt and built the night fire。 In a moment the little flame licked up through the carefully arranged structure。 We finished the meal； and the boys whisked away the table。
Then out in the blackness beyond our little globe of light we became aware of a dull confusion； a rustling to and fro。 Through the shadows the eye could guess at movement。 The confusion steadied to a kind of rhythm； and into the circle of the fire came the group of Monumwezis。 Again they were gathered together in a compact little mass； but now they were bent nearly double； and were stripped to the red blankets about their waists。 Before them writhed Sulimani； close to earth； darting irregularly now to right； now to left； wriggling； spreading his arms abroad。 He was repeating over and over two phrases； or rather the same phrase in two such different intonations that they seemed to convey quite separate meanings。
〃Ka soompeele？〃 he cried with a strongly appealing interrogation。
〃Ka soompeele！〃 he repeated with the downward inflection of decided affirmation。
And the bent men； their dark bodies gleaming in the firelight； stamping in rhythm every third step； chorused in a deep rumbling bass：
〃Goom zoop！ goom zoop！〃
Thus they advanced； circled between us and the fire； and withdrew to the half darkness； where tirelessly they continued the same reiterations。
Hardly had they withdrawn when another group danced forward in their places。 These were the Kikuyus。 They had discarded completely their safari clothes； and now came forth dressed out in skins； in strips of white cloth； with feathers； shells and various ornaments。 They carried white wands to represent spears； and they sang their tribal lion song。 A soloist delivered the main argument in a high wavering minor and was followed by a deep rumbling emphatic chorus of repetition； strongly accented so that the sheer rhythm of it was most pronounced：
〃An…gee a Ka ga An…gee a Ka ga An…gee a Ka ga Ki ya Ka ga Ka ga an gee ya！〃
Solemnly and loftily； their eyes fixed straight before them they made the circle of the fire； passed before our chairs； and withdrew to the half light。 There； a few paces from the stamping； crouching Monumwezis； they continued their performance。
The next to appear were the Wakambas。 These were more histrionic。 They too were unrecognizable as our porters； for they too had for the lion discarded their work…a…day garments in favour of savage。 They produced a pantomime of the day's doings； very realistic indeed； ending with a half dozen of dark swaying bodies swinging and shuddering in the long grass as lions； while the 〃horses〃 wove in and out among the crouching forms； all done to the beat of rhythm。 Past us swept the hunt； and in its turn melted into the half light。
The Kavirondos next appeared； the most fantastically caparisoned of the lot； fine big black men； their eyes rolling with excitement。 They had captured our flag from its place before the big tent； and were rallied close about this； dancing fantastically。 Before us they leaped and stamped and shook their spears and shouted out their full…voiced song； while the other three tribes danced each its specialty dimly in the background。
The dance thus begun lasted for fully two hours。 Each tribe took a tu