In the Wilds of AfricaKingston, William Henry Giles
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In the Wilds of Africa
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Africa -- Juvenile fiction
As we had no wish to have any crocodiles' meat (although the natives
have no objection to eat it), we hurried homewards.
"There they come!--there they come!" we heard Leo and Natty shouting
out; and they brought torches down the hill to give us welcome. My kind
cousin had not gone to bed, but insisted upon sitting up to prepare a
meal for us all, as she declared (which was indeed the case) that we
should be very hungry. Not till then did Stanley give us an account of
his adventures.
"The first thing we did," he said, "was to dig some shallow pits, with
boughs over them, in which we could conceal ourselves from the beasts
which might approach the stream. We saw by the spoors that numerous
animals were accustomed to come there. For some reason, however, none
appeared at first, except hyenas and jackals, which came round staring
and laughing at us in the most impudent manner. We threw stones at
them, but this only tended to increase their mockery. At length I
hurled a lump of wood at the head of one of them, which, hitting him on
the nose, made him cry out, and the whole scampered off as fast as their
logs could carry them. They were, I hoped, the forerunners of more
noble brutes. I was not disappointed, for in a short time the ground
shook with the heavy tramp of elephants hurrying down to the water.
Nearer and nearer they came. At length I could set their dark
phantom-like forms moving amid the trees. Next their shapes were
distinguishable, and then an enormous elephant stood out in bold relief
against the sky. Another and another followed, till the bank of the
river was lined with them. They could easily have crossed the stream,
had they been so disposed, when few people would have given much for my
life or that of my companions. I felt a little nervous, I confess, but
soon recovered my presence of mind. I raised my gun to take aim at
their leader, who stood conspicuously forth from among his fellows. Of
course, Kate, you will say I was very wrong to think of shooting him,
but I could not help it. I allowed them to go on drinking, which they
did, dipping their trunks into the water, and pouring it down their
throats. I hesitated even now, however, about firing, lest I might warn
the lions, whom I most particularly wished to destroy. Suddenly they
all began to move off, and I was afraid that I should miss the chance of
hitting one. I therefore gave a low whistle, which immediately
attracted their attention. Once more turning round, they slightly
raised their huge ears, and moved their trunks in eccentric circles
through the air, as if they wished to ascertain the cause of the strange
noise they had heard. I could resist no longer, but pulling my trigger,
the loud thud of the bullet as it struck the animal's head showed me I
had hit him fairly. He turned round, and staggered back a few paces. I
was afraid that I might not have mortally wounded him. I fired my other
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