Think and thank; a tale
Samuel Williams Cooper
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, May 19, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 Excerpt: ...down the path for the village. I had not gone far, when I heard a sound ahead of me. I stepped to one side and waited. "There was a roar, then the crying of the lion, and I knew the beast was about to pass me again. He came creeping along the path from the village, stopping every now and then to put his paw up to one of his eyes, which I could see was entirely shot away. Nearer and nearer he came, until at last he saw me. The cry of rage, a mingling of a scream of anger and a roar, was awful. I raised my musket, although I determined not to fire until he was almost on me. "Nearer he drew, stopping now and then to wipe with his soft paw the blood from his eye. This gave me a fair shot behind his foreshoulder. In my anxiety and haste I shot to the left and only broke his leg. He rushed at me on three legs, no longer able to spring. When almost at my feet, I fired one of the pistols full in his face. He rolled over, and after a few feeble struggles lay still. "A party of the natives soon after came out to search for me, expecting to find only my bones. Together we made a litter of young saplings, and carried the huge animal to the village. t "When we were gathered before the king, he punched the lion with his fingers to see that he was quite dead, and asked how it had happened. They all pointed to me, and I stepped forward. We were outside the palace, in a sort of a public square. I determined to let the king see what a wonderful man I was. My musket was loaded with a charge of slugs, and flying towards us was a huge crane, very low down. He must have been six or seven feet across the wings, and offered an easy mark. When he got overhead, I raised my gun and fired. The bird fell at my feet. At the discharge, the king and his followers prost...