And at night when all had retired to rest, the lion
came in a rage,
And Patterson Sahib went forth into the field to
meet him.
And when he saw the beast, he fired quickly, bullet
after bullet.
The lion made a great uproar, and fled for his life, but
the bullets nevertheless found a resting-place in his heart.
And everyone began to shriek and groan in their
uneasy sleep, jumping up in fear, when unexpectedly
the roaring of the lion was heard.
All thought of sleep was banished, and fear came in
its place:
And the Sahib gave emphatic orders that no one
should go out, or roam about.
And in the morning we followed the marks of blood
that had flowed from the wounded animal,
And some five or seven chains away, we found the
lion, lying wounded and in great pain.
And when the Sahib saw the animal he fired bullets
incessantly;
But when the lion saw the Sahib, the savage animal,
burning with rage, and pain,
Came by leaps and bounds close to the Sahib;
But here he was to meet his match in a brave Sahib
who loaded his gun calmly, and fired again and again,
killing the beast.
All the Punjaubis assembled together and agreed
that the Sahib was a man who appreciated and cared
for others, so much so that he roamed about in the
forests for our sake, in order to protect us.
