“Mangled and torn by lion, Ripped by a buffalo cow,
Tossed by a wounded tembu, Nothing much left of them now.
But they can tell you a story that turns the blood to fire,
Tales of far, lone places, lands of the huntsman’s desire.
Stories of roan and sable, rhino and hippo and more;
Of long, long nights made sleepless by the prowling lion’s roar.”
E.C. Mills 1937