now a walking hat-rack. Never have you
seen such a lion. Never had the jackal seen such a lion, even; and he
had done business--of the snatch-and-run order--with lions all his life.

However many years that lion had lived, to kill mercilessly, Heaven
alone knows; but how on earth he had contrived to avoid for some time
being equally mercilessly killed by hyenas, or wild hogs, Heaven and
himself alone knew, too. He was a very, very old lion, a derelict of a
lion, a shadow of a ghost of one, mangy, tottering, toothless--come
down to eat snakes killed by others, even by jackals.

Then the jackal went away, dejected and disgusted. He was honestly
proud of his slaying of that python.

It was the biggest screw-up of courage he had ever accomplished in his
life, and to be done out of his rewarding big feast by that purring
skeleton of a king of beasts! It was too much even for his pessimistic
philosophy.

"Yaaa-ya-ya-ya-ya!" he howled, with his nose pointed to the brazen sun,
and melted away among the accursed thorn-scrub with a look about him
that said, as plainly as words, "And that's what comes of hunting in
daylight."

The jackal, after a long skirmish and a drink, retired homewards
towards sunset, when suddenly, from a tuft of grass ahead of him, a
shadow shot and vanished. He picked up the trail at once, diagnosed it
as that of a hare, and gave chase.

It was a fine chase, characterized by every aspect of first-class
trailing, and carried along at such a speed that the quarry never got a
chance to stop and get its second wind. Indeed, the quarry never had a
chance to stop at all, until it was stopped, and the manner of that
happening was strange.

Whether designedly driven, or whether by chance, one cannot tell, but
the fact remains that the hare took a "line of country" which, if
persisted in, would lead her close past the jackal's lair, or, rather,
his wife's lair. This was important--for the jackal.

Once, indeed, our hunter all but overran a small--but quite big
enough--boa-constrictor, which must have aimed to drop from a tree upon
the hare passing below, and missed. It was in an even more evil
temper, in consequence, than snakes usually are, and struck at the
jackal with its head and shut mouth. The jackal quietly side-stepped,
snapped, missed, and made off after his quarry, and about five hundred
yards farther on he came up with "puss"--dead.

The jackal sat on his bushy tail, stuck out his fo