Count Luckner, the Sea DevilLuckner, Felix, Graf von
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Count Luckner, the Sea Devil
Luckner, Felix, Graf von
Germany. Kriegsmarine; Luckner, Felix, Graf von, 1881-1966; Seeadler (Ship); World War, 1914-1918 -- Naval operations
The commander of the _Panther_ was reluctant to have his officers go
big-game hunting in the interior and, as he said, risk their lives
uselessly. We were forbidden to take rifles on shore with us. But a
comrade and I smuggled our rifles out, and took a big canoe upstream.
With a dozen Negroes at the paddles, we raced against the sluggish
current of the Mungo River, between giant, overhanging walls of
trees. After eighteen hours, we reached Mundame. Our only
worth-while trophy so far was a crocodile--and crocodiles are hard to
shoot, too, as they dive with surprising speed. We had also shot a
few vultures, sea eagles, and monkeys. We could not quite bring
ourselves to eat the flesh of the monkeys, which the natives consider
a great delicacy. When wounded, a monkey cries and screams just like
a child, but when skinned it loses its half-human appearance and
looks like a big squirrel, or a woodchuck.
At Mundame the black people greeted us with eager cries:
"Massa, massa, plenty elephant."
We proceeded on an elephant hunt in which my friend Bryer and I must
have cut rather poor figures as sportsmen! Our chase of the great
beasts did not turn out to be quite what we had expected.
The elephants had broken into a Negro's plantation, and were not far
away. With each a Negro as a guide, we went into the thicket of
banana plants.
"Massa," my guide whispered eagerly, "massa, look, elephant."
I looked but could see no elephant. My guide kept repeating in tones
of excitement that gradually turned into despair.
"Elephant, massa, look, elephant!"
I could have looked for a year and would not have seen the fraction
of gray wall revealed between the leaves. Finally, the elephant
began to move, and I saw at least the great disturbance among the
foliage. I walked toward it, hoping to find some definite point of
the beast's anatomy to shoot at. The elephant moved away at about
the same speed, and I could get no closer to it. I came upon one of
those huge ant hills you find in Africa, and clambered upon it. I
now had a much better view.
"Ostriches!" I exclaimed.
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