ATTACKED BY LIONS 275
' I am not in the mood to make rhymes,' said Ernest, who still looked much upset.
Flora the second received the honours of a funeral by torchlight. We dug a grave, and silently placed in it the remains of the devoted animal, with a flat stone to mark her resting-place. Ernest wrote above it:
FLORA, A DOG
REMARKABLE FOR HER COURAGE AND DEVOTION.
SHE DIED UNDER THE CLAWS OF A LION,
ON WHOM SHE ALSO INFLICTED DEATH.
' It is only prose,' he said, ' but it must do.'
Jack, who did not care much for poetry or prose, remarked that we had better have something to eat.
'1 suppose,' said he, ' the boar's head must be done by this time ; anyway, I mean to go and see.'
So saying he began to clear away the covering of earth and cinders, while Ernest and I dressed the wounds of the other dogs. But instead of the juicy meat poor Jack expected, he found nothing but a mass of bones and burned flesh. He was going to throw it away in disgust, when I stopped him. and,