Hair-Breadth Escapes: The Adventures of Three Boys in South AfricaAdams, H. C. (Henry Cadwallader)
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Hair-Breadth Escapes: The Adventures of Three Boys in South Africa
Adams, H. C. (Henry Cadwallader)
Adventure stories; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Hunting -- Juvenile fiction; South Africa -- Juvenile fiction
"Hurrah!" shouted Frank, at this moment, waving his cap on the shelf of
rock above. "Three cheers for old Lion. It is all right now."
"All right as regards the meat, Frank," said Nick, "but how about the
drink? A fellow in this wicked world requires to drink as well as to
eat--at all events, I do."
"Meat," repeated Frank, peering over the edge of the precipice, which
might perhaps be a dozen feet in height. "Have you got any meat? Did
you kill anything when you fired just now?"
"To be sure we did, Frank," said Warley. "We're not given to miss in
our part of the world. We've brought down as nice a young steinbok as
you'd wish to eat. If you'd only find us some water to match, we should
be quite set up."
"Water! why, that is just what we _have_ found. Here has old Lion
lighted on a well of water, the most delicious that any fellow ever
drank of."
"Water! what, up there? You don't say so. Hurrah! here goes." Laying
down their guns, the three thirsty travellers speedily climbed the stony
heights, and stood by their companion's side, when their eyes were
gratified by a very strange as well as a very welcome spectacle.
In the very middle of the plateau of rock surmounting the precipitous
ascent appeared a circular hole, some three or four feet in diameter,
and so deep, that its bottom could not be discerned. The cavity was
evidently natural; nor indeed did either the Hottentots or the Bushmen--
the only tribes by whom the spot was ever visited--possess either the
tools or the patience necessary for so laborious a work. It was
doubtless what is sometimes called, though most erroneously, a freak of
nature--one of those beneficent provisions, more than one of which we
shall have to notice in the course of this story, by which the
providence of God supplies the wants of His creatures in the desolate
wastes; without which help they must inevitably perish. The hole had
retained the rain, with which it had been filled a week or two
previously, and the water being sheltered by the surrounding rocks from
the burning rays of the sun, was sweet, clear, and deliciously cool to
the taste. The cup was passed round and round again, before the thirsty
travellers were satisfied, and even then they were half disposed to envy
Lion's simpler mode of satisfying his drought, viz., by plunging head
over ears into the well, and imbibing at every pore the refreshing
moisture.
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