Koodoos and giraffes stood gazing at me as a strange apparition when I went out with the Bushmen.

On one occasion a lion came at daybreak, and went round and round the oxen.

I could only get a glimpse of him occasionally from the wagon-box; but, though barely thirty yards off, I could not get a shot.

He then began to roar at the top of his voice; but the oxen continuing to stand still, he was so disgusted that he went off, and continued to use his voice for a long time in the distance.

I could not see that he had a mane; if he had not, then even the maneless variety can use their tongues.