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. Previously, many Englishmen had come here to shoot but had been disappointed, Because the lion was very courageous and ferocious, and the Sahibs were afraid; But for the sake of our lives, Patterson Sahib took all this trouble, risking his own life in the forest. So they collected many hundreds of rupees, and offered it as a present to the Sahib, because he had undergone such peril, in order to save our lives. Oh! Roshan, all the people appeared before the Sahib saying, "You are our benefactor"; But the Sahib declined to accept the present, not taking a pice of it. So then again the Punjaubis assembled, and consulted as to how the service that the Sahib had done them could most suitably he rewarded. And it was agreed to send all the money to England, in order that it might be converted into some suitable present, Which should bear an engraving of the two lions, and the name of the mistari[1], head of the workmen. The present should be such, and so suitably decorated, as to be acceptable to Patterson Sahib; In colour it should resemble moon and sun; and that would indeed be a fit present, so that the Sahib would be pleased to accept it. Oh! Roshan, I hope that he will accept this present for shooting the lions, as some small reward for his action. My native home is at Chajanlat, in the thana of Domli, which is in the district of Jhelum, and I have related this story as it actually occurred. Patterson Sahib has left me, and I shall miss him as long as I live, and now Roshan must roam about in Africa, sad and regretful. [1] Foreman-mason. Composed by Roshan mistari, son of Kadur mistari Bakhsh, native of the village of Chajanlat, Dakhli, Post Office Domli, district of Jhelum. Dated 29th January, 1899.