He lived almost all his life in Africa. In some parts of Africa there are lions. Once he was staying at a certain village. Every night the lions broke into the yards and carried off a cow or two. So a party of natives went out to hunt for them.
A LION.
Livingstone was with them. They saw some lions, and tried to surround them in a circle. But the lions got away.
They were coming home when Livingstone saw a great lion. He was sitting on a rock not far away. He fired at him, but did not hit him. He stopped to load his gun again.
He heard the men shout. He turned and saw the lion all ready to spring.
(A lion crouches to spring, like a cat.)
The lion sprang upon Livingstone, and seized his shoulder with his great teeth. He shook him just as a cat shakes a mouse.
Was Livingstone frightened? He was frightened when the lion seized him. But after he shook him he wasn’t a bit afraid.
He said the lion shook the fear all out of him. He felt as if he was in a pleasant dream. He only wondered what the lion would do next.