The next morning he took a handful of vulture feathers, threw them into the air, and said:
"There... the vultures are diving from the sky."
He followed the direction in which the feather furthest from him had blown. After a while he saw some vultures sitting in the trees in a spot where he had not searched the previous day.
He hurried there.

He found his buck. He skinned the buck and cut it up. When he got home with the heavy load of meat his shoulders were aching. He said to the other man: "Follow my tracks and fetch the rest of the meat for yourselves."

They wasted no time at his fire. When they reached the buck, they found lion helping himself. Lion raised his forequarters, showed them his teeth, and said: "Who..."
They showed him their heels and, when they were safely home, told the hunter: "Lion is there, so we fled."
The hunter said: "Friends, you must help me. We must shoot that lion."

When lion saw men armed with bows and arrows approaching him, he grabbed some meat and fled. They encouraged one another with words, followed his trail, and saw him.
The man who had killed the gemsbuck shot first. His arrow said: "Doef...."

Lion roared: "That man has shot me," and, with the arrow sticking in his shoulder, charged them. His eyes were fixed on the man who had shot him. That day the men ran as though they had wings on their feet. But the arrow in lion's shoulder weakened him more and more.
He sat down and roared: "My mother...my mother...I'm dying."

The hunters heard him and began to stalk him. They saw his mother weeping by his side. Then they knew that he was dead. The men approached and started skinning lion. His mother saw a small axe lying on one side and hid it. Before they were halfway home one of the hunters said: "I left my axe there, wait for me here."

Lion's mother was still weeping. But they were no longer tears from her heart.
The man came closer and said: "I left my axe here."
She said: "There it is....take it."
Just as he stooped to pick up the axe, she jumped on him and bit him in two...