An animal could glide through these channels, but a man must batter his way through the stockade of dense grass that spread out above.
It was in this place that the lion was first heard and the beaters refused to follow it in.

Guttural grunts and snarls came from that uninviting jungle, and we knew that the only way to force the lion out was to go in and drive it out.
At about this time another lion came out of the swamp behind and loped up the hill.

The saises were sent galloping after it to round it up, but they reappeared after a few moments and reported that it had got away in the direction of a huge swamp a mile or so beyond.

We began to think we had struck a nest of lions.
Then we went in to drive out that lion in the deep grass.

The native beaters, encouraged by seeing armed white men leading the way, came along with renewed enthusiasm.