Dead Man's Land: Being the Voyage to Zimbambangwe of certain and uncertain blacks and whitesFenn, George Manville
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Dead Man's Land: Being the Voyage to Zimbambangwe of certain and uncertain blacks and whites
Fenn, George Manville
Africa -- Fiction; Hunting stories; Travel -- Fiction
Here the great creaking waggons were drawn up, a fire was made and the
men busied themselves looking after the cattle and the ponies, a capital
meal was prepared, but without any addition being made by rifle or gun;
and just at dark, by the light of the twinkling lanterns, preparations
began for passing the night.
"I say, Mark, you have to keep the watch," said Dean. "Don't you feel
proud?"
"Not a bit," said Mark. "Our black chap seems to be doing that. Look
at him parading up and down there with his spear over his shoulder just
as if he was the grand boss of it all and we were his men."
Just then he strode up to where the boys were talking.
"Lions?" said Mark, in a questioning tone.
The man smiled pleasantly, and the boy repeated his question; but it was
plain that the black did not understand.
"Oomph! Oomph! Oomph!" growled Mark, in as near an imitation of the
monarch of the forest's roar as he could contrive after a couple of
visits to the Zoo; but it had no effect whatever on their surroundings
till the black, who now fully grasped his meaning, crouched down and
uttered a startling, barking roar which made two or three of the nearest
bullocks start up and stare in their direction.
"Here, you, sir, stop that!" shouted Buck Denham, the driver of their
waggon, the first being in charge of the Hottentot.
The black turned to him, smiling, and nodded, before meeting the boys'
eyes again and shaking his head.
Just then the doctor approached, to ask the reason of their guide's
imitation.
"Oh," he said, on being informed, "don't encourage him in anything of
that sort again, or we shall have a stampede of the ponies and bullocks.
Well, Mark, recollect that it's your first watch to-night."
"Oh, I shan't forget," was the reply. "But you don't think we have come
out far enough yet to meet with dangerous wild beasts, do you?"
"Oh, indeed, but I do," replied the doctor. "We have left the last post
of civilisation behind, and we may come upon danger at any time. Of
course you will mount guard with one of the double rifles charged with
bullet, and if there really is any suggestion of danger you will fire,
so as to give the alarm. We shall come to your help directly."
"Oh, yes, I understand," said Mark confidently, and he passed the
intervening time before he received his orders going round their little
camp with his cousin, watching the final preparations made by the
drivers and forelopers, a couple of ordinary thick-lipped blacks, and
then having a chat with the two keepers about what a change it was from
the park and grounds of the old manor.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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