George Adamson Letters

Letter written by George Adamson dated 28th, Sept.1984.... Back side of letter, including post mark.

Letter written by George Adamson dated 19th, May 1985.
NOTE: Out of courtesy, a portion of this letter has been obscured
to protect the privacy of the persons mentioned in the letter.
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Part 2 of letter .......
Letter written by George Adamson dated 19th, May 1985.... Back side of letter, including post mark.

Letter written by George Adamson dated 15th, January1988.... Back side of letter, including post mark.
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Veterinarian and author Sue Hart wrote that before she had met George Adamson she had heard and read MUCH about him and she wrote that she, "often wondered how he could have retained his reason and equanimity in the face of constant hardship and danger. He was said to be gentle, patient beyond endurance and non-eccentric; a simple soul, not ambitious, not worldly, quite unaffected by fame. By the time I met him on a short flying visit to his isolated camp in 1965, the whole world was at his feet, though he seemed hardly aware of the fact.
.... On that first day, as the Land Rover which had carried us from the nearby airstrip brought us to the simple, immaculate, tented camp, I felt deeply moved to see the fabled lion-man just as he had been described to me, smiling a welcome as he stood amid his Lion pride, sprawled in all directions in the long grass.
Calm, self-possessed, white-bearded, well-build, he looked uncannily like one of his Lions. As he shook my hand I noticed the radiant sweetness in his face, contrasting with the alertness in his probing, keen, deep-blue eyes.
There was no doubt that he was inextricably linked with Nature for all time and that Nature, in her turn, accepted him unconditionally into her fold.