The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber — Vocabulary
Ernest Hemingway
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I loathe the sight of him.†1 more

Macomber felt a drunken elation.†1 more

The three of them walked over to where the second buffalo bulked blackly in the open, head forward on the grass, the massive horns swung wide.†1 more

Also, he had always had a great tolerance which seemed the nicest thing about him if it were not the most sinister.

She shook her head, her face contorted.†

He came toward Wilson, his tallness all seeming a naked reproach, and Wilson looked at him and said: "Want to take pictures?"†

and then, the car swaying as though it had just jumped a road, they drew up close and he could see the plunging hugeness of the bull, and the dust in his sparsely haired hide, the wide boss of horn and his outstretched, wide-nostrilled muzzle, and he was raising his rifle when Wilson shouted, "Not from the car, you fool!" and he had no fear, only hatred of Wilson, while the brakes clamped on and the car skidded, plowing sideways to an almost stop and Wilson was out on one side and he on the other, stumbling as his feet hit the still speeding-by of the earth, and then he was shooting at the bull as he moved away, hearing the bullets whunk into him, emptying his rifle at him as he moved stead†

There was no one to tell he was afraid, nor to be afraid with him, and, lying alone, he did not know the Somali proverb that says a brave man is always frightened three times by a lion; when he first sees his track, when he first hears him roar and when he first confronts him.†

The early morning breeze that blew toward them was just stirring his dark mane, and the lion looked huge, silhouetted on the rise of bank in the gray morning light, his shoulders heavy, his barrel of a body bulking smoothly.†

All in all they were known as a comparatively happily married couple, one of those whose disruption is often rumored but never occurs, and as the society columnist put it, they were adding more than a spice of adventure to their much envied and ever-enduring Romance by a Safari in what was known as Darkest Africa until the Martin Johnsons lighted it on so many silver screens where they were pursuing Old Simba the lion, the buffalo, Tembo the elephant and as well collecting specimens for the Museum of Natural History.†

He despised them when he was away from them although he liked some of them well enough at the time, but he made his living by them; and their standards were his standards as long as they were hiring him.†

Then watching the object, not afraid, but hesitating before going down the bank to drink with such a thing opposite him, he saw a man figure detach itself from it and he turned his heavy head and swung away toward the cover of the trees as he heard a cracking crash and felt the slam of a .30-06 220-grain solid bullet that bit his flank and ripped in sudden hot scalding nausea through his stomach.†

There's the testimony of the gun-bearers and the driver too.†

Shakespeare.†

She was an extremely handsome and well-kept woman of the beauty and social position which had, five years before, commanded five thousand dollars as the price of endorsing, with photographs, a beauty product which she had never used.†

As the car moved slowly across the open space toward the island of brushy trees that ran in a tongue of foliage along a dry water course that cut the open swale, Macomber felt his heart pounding and his mouth was dry again, but it was excitement, not fear.†

He raised the rifle, sighted on the junction of the lion's head and shoulders and pulled the trigger.†

You bastard, thought MaComber, you insolent bastard.†

It was there exactly as it happened with some parts of it indelibly emphasized and he was miserably ashamed at it.†

There will be a certain amount of unpleasantness but I will have some photographs taken that will be very useful at the inquest.†