thinking of that ghastly head which rolled itself off through the
water when we tried to catch it.

"Poor Jim-Jim! We buried what was left of him, which was not very
much, in an old bread-bag, and though whilst he lived his virtues were
not great, now that he was gone we could have wept over him. Indeed,
Harry did weep outright; while Pharaoh used very bad language in Zulu,
and I registered a quiet little vow on my account that I would let
daylight into that lioness before I was forty-eight hours older, if by
any means it could be done.

"Well, we buried him, and there he lies in the bread-bag (which I
rather grudged him, as it was the only one we had), where lions will
not trouble him any more--though perhaps the hyænas will, if they
consider that there is enough on him left to make it worth their while
to dig him up. However, he won't mind that; so there is an end of the
book of Jim-Jim.

"The question that now remained was, how to circumvent his murderess.
I knew that she would be sure to return as soon as she was hungry
again, but I did not know when she would be hungry. She had left so
little of Jim-Jim behind her that I should scarcely expect to see her
the next night, unless indeed she had cubs. Still, I felt that it
would not be wise to miss the chance of her coming, so we set about
making preparations for her reception. The first thing that we did was
to strengthen the bush wall of the skerm by dragging a large quantity
of the tops of thorn-trees together, and laying them one on the other
in such a fashion that the thorns pointed outwards. This, after our
experience of the fate of Jim-Jim, seemed a very necessary precaution,
since if where one goat can jump another can follow, as the Kaffirs