Then Kibatti and his father approached King Lion, who lay lengthways
near the log by the fence, with his side exposed. Kibatti pointed to
his own left side behind the shoulder-blade, and father and son drew
their bows and drove two arrows into Lion's heart, who sprang up and
threw himself like a ball into the net, which closed round him taut, and
he presently lay still and lifeless. In the same manner father and son
despatched Leopard and Hyena. There then only remained Rhinoceros and
Elephant.

They chose to attack the first-named beast, who was still lying down on
his side, unconscious of the tragic fate of his confederates.

Kibatti pointed to the enemy's fore-shoulder and touched his father with
his finger two inches below the shoulder-blade. His father understood,
and launched his spear straight into the body with such force that the
blade was buried. King Rhinoceros, feeling the iron in his vitals,
snorted and struggled to stand, but in doing so tightened the cords, and
fell back rolling half over. Kibatti drew his bow and buried an arrow
close to his father's buried spear. Meantime, King Elephant had taken
the alarm, and, struggling with his bonds, had capsized himself on the
ground.

Kibatti gave vent to a war whoop and cried:

"Never mind, father, let the rhinoceros die. Let us away to the
elephant while he is helpless."

They sprang to the prostrate beast, and they shot their arrows first to
every vital point exposed, and then launched their spears with such good
effect that before long the last of the kings of the beasts had ended
his life.

Kibatti and his father then flew to where the old woman crouched in the
fork of the tree, and taking her with them, they left the ruined
village, and sought a home in another district, where, because of the
terrible revenge they had taken on the forest lords, they were held by
their fellow-creatures all their lives in great esteem.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

THE PARTNERSHIP OF RABBIT AND ELEPHANT, AND WHAT CAME OF IT.

In 1876, while we were travelling towards the Albert Edward Nyanza,
Sabadu and Bujomba and others of our Waganda escort would join us at our
evening fire, and when they found what entertainment was to be had, they
readily yielded to the invitation to contribute their share to it.
Besides, Sabadu was unequalled in the art of story-telling: he was
fluent and humorous, while his mimicry of the characters he described
kept everybody's interes